forever obsessed with and devastated by the tragic bond between narrative foils
when two people cannot exist without each other but can also never exist together without changing their nature and losing what makes them who they are
Imagine waking up and finding yourself tied to a chair, your hands bound behind you.
Your villainous, or rival, F/O leans over you with a satisfied expression, putting their foot on your knee, and stroking their fingers against your cheek.
They taunt you for being so easy to capture, and tell you that you’re going to have a lot of ‘fun’ together…
