"What kind of love story is this..." Uncertainty crept in as my eyes flickered to his. Grim’s expression softened, his lips curving into something that felt almost… apologetic. But it didn’t last. "The kind where the villain remembers he's still just a villain." His voice was thick, as he brushed his lips against my cheek in a tender, fleeting kiss. Just as quickly as it began, the moment unraveled.
