《Game: a M/M hero-villain romance》


 Chapter one

    Wolfy couldn¡¯t be bothered to be a good villain.


    He, like 2 percent of the world¡¯s population, was born with a gene that caused him to gain some unique ability. Wolfy was one of the stronger (registered) superhumans, having developed telekinesis as a child. Through unwillingly rigorous training, he had mastered his ability to such an extent that he could crush a human heart inside their chest. Luckily, this required extreme concentration, and he was too lazy.


    If Wolfy ever truly put effort into being a villian, he would raise hell and tear the city apart. A child of Maria Valentine, he had committed many a crimes since before he¡¯d gained the ability to walk. Despite Wolfy¡¯s upbringing, he¡¯d never been as merciless as the rest of his ¡®family¡¯. He¡¯d cut ties with them when he was seventeen.


    Thanks to the banks Wolfy had robbed in his pre-teens, he had a considerable fortune. His time and money were spent buying books and fabric. He wasn¡¯t public about who he was, so The Agency typically didn¡¯t bother him.


    The Agency was an organization that employed and managed the goody two-shoes Heroes of the city. They regulated the registration of superhumans nationally, and worked to keep the villains separate from the normals. The Agency always went after the weakest link of a prominent villain family, which instigated many of their encounters with Wolfy.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.


    He adored reading. It had been an escape from the reality of his childhood. Now, at a fresh faced 22, Wolfy had likely bought out any and all trashy romance novels the city had to offer.


    It was around midnight, and Wolfy was waiting in line for a milkshake at a crappy diner. The cashier was telling him that they didn¡¯t have the flavor he wanted.


    ¡°Are you sure?¡± Wolfy pouted, looking at the checkered floor.


    ¡°I can check again.¡± He blushed, double-timing it back to the ratty kitchen.


    Wolfy knew that he was pretty, and he didn¡¯t mind using it in his favour every once in a while. He¡¯d spent his teen years as a model, in fact. His skin was a moonlight pale and his eyes were a mix between green and gold. His hair was raven black, stylishly messy. Wolfy wore black slacks and a simple black corset with golden stitching, showcasing the many freckles on his shoulders. He usually only wore his own design.


    ¡°They didn''t have banana, so I made it myself.¡± The cashier blushed once again.


    Internally, Wolfy cringed, but he smiled externally. This poor, gullible fool. He took the drink and exited the diner. He¡¯d only made it a few steps when he heard a scream. He was standing in front of a tall building when something was thrown off the roof with an extreme amount of force.


    A young lady¡¯s dead body landed at Wolfy¡¯s feet.

 Chapter 2

    Wolfy looked down in surprise, blinking rapidly. He cleared his throat, the shock wearing away quickly. Wolfy was neither the Coroner of the Police, so he was unable to do anything to help this unfortunate woman. Wolfy could at least show her a little respect, so he bent to pull her away from foot traffic and froze. Her watery eyes were open, watching him.


    The women tried to speak, but only managed to cough up blood. Her long brown hair was matted as tears streamed down her filthy face. She was covered in burns, her blouse torn to shreds and smelling of gasoline and bleach. The woman¡¯s wrist were duck-taped together as her frail frame trembled from the shock of the impact


    ¡°Help me.¡± She whimpered.


    The raw desperation that cracked her voice struck Wolfy, and he crouched next to her. His belt buckled doubled as a knife, which he used to cut her bondage. He stabilized her neck for fear she would choke on her blood, but that may not have been necessary for this particular situation.


    ¡°Aiden?¡± Her eyes were looking through him, scared and watery.


    Wolfy made no sound of confirmation, but he took her hand in his own.


    ¡°Oh, my beautiful boy. I¡¯m so sorry.¡± She whisphered.


    ¡°S¡¯okay. Forgave you a long time ago.¡± He decided to give her that small comfort, squeezing her hand. Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation.


    The Woman¡¯s body went rigid and her grip became tight to the point of pain. Her eyes rolled back in her head, glowing a solid blue as a similar-colored smoke escaped her mouth. Wolfy scrambled back, but not quickly enough. The smoke curled down his esophagus, and he began to hack, clawing at his throat.


    When the coughing fit eased, Wolfy cursed under his breath. How was he supposed to know that this (now dead) woman was a superhuman as well? When a superhuman died, their abilities were desperate to find a new user. He had no idea what her power was, but he had a feeling that he would learn soon. If Wolfy had know how much his small act of kindness would fuck him, he would¡¯ve happily continued his lovely little selfish existence. He had just gotten to his feet when he heard a voice behind him.


    ¡°Freeze.¡±


    ¡°Who the hell-¡± Wolfy stopped once he had fully turned around.


    Mateo Fox was the single hottest man in existence. He was 23, but he was already the top hero in the city. WIth the ability to freeze time, coupled with superstrength, he was a formidable adversary. It was no wonder criminals pissed their pants and women threw their panties at just the sight of the golden boy. Even better, he was simply a genuinely good, humble person.Wolfy just so happened to have a HUGE crush on Mateo, so he was a tad distracted.


    ¡°You¡¯re going to have to come with me. You¡¯re not under arrest, but if you try to flee, I will detain you.¡± Mateo spoke with a firm authority that sent shivers down Wolfy¡¯s spine.


    ¡°Can I atleast have a sip of my milkshake?¡± Asked Wolfy.


    Mateo nodded silently. See? Good person.


    Wolfy looked over his shoulder, watching two of The Agency¡¯s employees placing the woman into a black body back with a strange reverence. He took a sip of his banana milkshake in thought. He had only seconds to consider that his drink tasted funny before he blacked out.