The villain’s face fell and their flowers dropped. “Is it because of my criminal background? I’d give it all up.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you,” the hero answered with a sigh. “It’s me.”
Adoration and praise sprung to the villain’s lips, but the hero cut them off. “I don’t age.”
“You-”
“I’m not getting older. I’ll be here long after you’re dead.” Forgetting himself, the hero laid a hand on the villain’s cheek. “A sunset gone too soon.”
