"Why did it have to be the villain?" Ángel murmured, his eyes filling with crocodile tears. The small omega covered his face with both hands and collapsed into the resting chair in the hospital dressing room. He sobbed dramatically, as if the world were crumbling around him.
'It feels like I'm going to die… I even slapped him…' he thought in horror, remembering the dry crack of his palm across the alpha's cheek. 'He's a very dangerous person… and I stood up to him like that?'
Ángel made a pitiful face, on the verge of tears again.
'Please, someone save me!' he thought, feeling his heart pound wildly.
He jumped to his feet, grabbed his bag, and hurried toward the hospital exit.
"I'm leaving early today. Who knows what he'll do if he finds me again…" he whispered to himself, more a plea than a decision.
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Outside the hospital
The sun was already dipping behind buildings, and the night breeze gently caressed the omega's face. Ángel stood in front of the hospital's entrance, scanning the street for a taxi to take him home. His gaze was jittery, as if expecting a shadow to slip up behind him any second.
At that moment, a sleek black car rolled to a stop in front of him, its engine growling in elegant rumble.
Ángel blinked in amazement.
'Wow! That car looks amazing…' he thought excitedly, his eyes lighting up like a child in a candy store.
The design was aerodynamic, with chrome details glinting under the street lamps. Ángel narrowed his eyes.
'Is that a state-of-the-art car?' he wondered, staring at it.
Suddenly, the rear door clicked open slowly.
"Get in," a deep voice ordered from inside.
Ángel jumped in fright.
"Eh?!" he exclaimed, both hands flying to his chest.
He stared into the imposing figure of the alpha seated inside the vehicle.
"Y-you!" he stammered, even more nervous.
It was Killian—the same alpha he had slapped without thinking of the consequences.
"Get in, omega. I'll drop you at your house," Killian repeated in a low, firm tone, without breaking eye contact.
Ángel froze for a few seconds. His mind raced as his survival instinct screamed that he should not get into that car.
'He's joking! Does he think I'll go with him so he can find out where I live? Ha! No fucking way!' he thought, frowning.
Killian glared at him with razor-sharp eyes.
"I already know where you live, so get in," he said calmly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Ángel's eyes widened in surprise.
'Of course he'd know! After all… he's the villain,' he thought, resigning himself while pursing his lips in silent acceptance.
With no other choice, feeling like a prey volunteering into the wolf's mouth, Ángel climbed into the car.
Killian looked back at him with a faint, satisfied smile.
From the front seat, the driver watched them through the rearview mirror, stunned.
'Did the boss just smile...? Or am I imagining things?' he thought, sweating nervously.
"Start driving," Killian ordered coldly, fixing his gaze on the driver.
The driver shivered instantly.
"Y-yes, sir," he replied shakily, and the car glided off silently.
During the ride, Ángel folded his arms with discomfort.
"How did you know when my shift would end?" he asked, glancing at Killian.
"I just knew," Killian replied, shrugging as if it were obvious.
"Don't joke with me," Ángel snapped, narrowing his eyes.
He turned fully toward him.
"You must've done a background check on me, didn't you?!" he accused, pointing his finger.
Killian calmly turned his head and offered a crooked smile.
"Yes."
Ángel scoffed in frustration.
"Ugh…"
He exhaled heavily and leaned back against the window.
"What do you want? Leave me alone!" he yelled.
"I won't leave you alone, omega," Killian murmured, his tone low and dangerous.
Then he meandered closer, forcing Ángel to slide away until his back hit the door. He was completely cornered.
"Didn't I tell you to take responsibility for your actions?" Killian whispered in his ear, his warm breath brushing Ángel's skin.
Ángel frowned.
"Looks like that slap wasn't enough to rejig your neurons," he retorted coldly, staring him in the eye.
The driver swallowed hard from the front seat.
'How can he be so bold? Doesn't he fear him…?' he thought, terrified.
Killian smirked mockingly.
"Maybe… you should hit me harder next time," he murmured provocatively.
Ángel raised an eyebrow and let out a sarcastic chuckle.
"So you're a masochist, huh?"
Silence reigned for a few seconds. Killian stayed quiet, simply watching him, waiting.
Ángel leaned in slightly, placing a hand under his chin and lifting it gently.
"Want me to take responsibility for you, huh?" he whispered seductively. "Then make me responsible for you, alpha…"
He moved closer and softly blew into his ear.
Killian trembled at the unexpected gesture but remained silent, his gaze locked on the omega's.
Ángel burst into mischievous laughter.
"What, cat got your tongue?" he teased, flashing a sarcastic smile.
At that moment, the car stopped in front of Ángel's apartment building.
"Looks like I've reached my destination," he said, opening the door and stepping out with elegance.
Before leaving, he turned one last time with a mocking smile.
"I'm not going to say goodbye, because you'll stick to me like glue anyway," he said teasingly.
With a slam of the door, he shut it behind him.
Killian watched him walk away quietly, his gaze glowing with intensity.
The driver, meanwhile, trembled.
'What the…? Am I going to die today?' he thought, nearly in tears.
Suddenly, Killian's laughter shattered the silence inside the car.
"Pff… hahahahaha," he laughed loudly, letting his voice fill the vehicle.
'This is going to be very fun,' he thought, as his smile twisted wickedly.
"Drive me home," he ordered coldly.
"Y-yes, sir," the driver stammered, and the car sped off.
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Back in his apartment
Ángel rushed in like a whirlwind and slammed the door behind him. He slid down the wall until he was seated on the floor with his back against the door.
"What the hell did I just do?!" he yelled, pulling tufts of his hair. "How could I say all that?"
He stared at his hands as if they held the guilt.
"You, sinister mouth… why can't you just shut up for once?" he scolded himself in frustration.
He let his head fall back and sighed.
"I fucked up big time…"
He covered his eyes with his forearm.
"Am I going to die now?" he asked dramatically, letting a crocodile tear fall.
But soon, his expression shifted to calm reflection.
"Ugh, what's done is done… Now that I think about it… he really loved the heroine, right? That's why he tried to end his life that day…"
Ángel was silent for a moment, recalling the original story.
"He helped the heroine at first, and she opened her closed heart… but she only saw him as a friend. Nothing more."
"The villain did everything for her: sacrificed himself many times, even helped her become an actress. He killed those with ill intentions and punished harassers…" he whispered.
"But in the end, she got scared by his cruelty and ended up falling for the protagonist…"
Ángel sighed deeply.
"I pity him. But his problem was always his obsession… and his possessiveness."
The omega placed a hand on his chest, feeling the weight of fate.
"He goes crazy for the one he loves… or simply who grabs his attention," Ángel let out a long sigh.
"Why does this happen to me…?" he ruefully looked at the ceiling.
Just then, his stomach growled loudly.
"Ugh, I'm hungry…" he said, pouting.
"But I don't want to cook anything… I'll just sleep hungry tonight."
He stretched and smiled faintly.
"The good thing about being single is you can sleep with whoever you want… Today, I'll sleep hungry," he murmured dramatically, puffing out his chest as if making a big decision.
Then he let out a solitary chuckle that echoed through the quiet apartment.
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