SunScar9

“You tried to kill me before, why can’t you do it now?” she asked, her eyes burning with fury. 
“I didn’t love you back then.” He shrugged. 
“What?”

Ladislas Forester was a bored immortal looking for a thrill. And then, Anna Dunn crash-landed into his monotonous life.
The first time he saw her, she had sneaked into the men’s bathroom and seen more of him than anyone else had.
The second time, he saw her sitting at the back of the class during his lecture, dozing off.
The third time, he found out that she didn’t even flinch at the sight of a dead body. The supervillain in him was intrigued. 
Death to those that say Anna Dunn was a boring girl with no future! She was clearly living a secret life! For once, Ladislas was fascinated by someone.
He was willing to put her over the greater good. He was selfish and unkind.
She was the invisible hero who could only offer him the second position in her life. Her duty came first.
He, though… He could burn the world for one last glimpse of her.
And so, the supervillain fell in love with the hero. That couldn’t be a good thing, right? Sometimes, the hero is corrupted by the villain and switches their side. Other times, the villain becomes a wife-dotting slave and gives her everything she asks for. 
Which one do you think will happen?

The Secret Life of the Demon's Wife

The next morning, Anna saw how miserable Ladislas was and chuckled.

"I didn't think a half-demon could get sore muscles," she teased.

Ladislas threw her a glare, before conceding. "I didn't know either. I thought I got defective genes from my mother's side."

"Or you have never really worked out a day in your life," Anna interjected. "See? This is the essence of life. You never know the small walk you took can get you sore feet for a few days."

"You are giving me a glimpse into the lives of humans?" he asked.

"This understanding is much more effective than the philosophy you so love, is it not?" Anna asked as she got him an icepack for his muscles.

"It is a philosophy all on its own, one dependent on making me suffer."

"Suffering is the reason for our existence. Without it, would we be alive?" she asked. After a thought, she added another thing. "The very fact your suffering is embedded in your immortality is amusing," she whispered.

Roleplaying Santa Clause