They say the difference between a hero and a villain is just perspective.
A hero stands on a podium of sacrifice, praised for saving the world—even if it means letting you burn with it. He chooses the greater good.
But I am not that man.
If saving you meant turning the world into ashes, I would strike the match with steady hands and not a single ounce of regret.
Because I don’t care for balance. I don’t care for justice or peace or order. I care for you.
This world? Full of people who never truly saw you. Who never valued your silence, your chaos, your fragility masked with strength.
They overlooked you.
They hurt you.
And now they act like they matter more than you ever did.
Let them scream.
Let them call me the villain.
Let the sky fall if it must.
I wasn’t born evil. I didn’t wake up one day and decide to be the monster in someone’s story.
But the moment they turned their backs on you, the moment they made you question your worth,
that’s when I decided—if the world is against you, then I am against the world.
Call it madness. Call it obsession.
I call it clarity.
I’ve watched you suffer in silence, trying to carry everything with trembling hands,
while everyone else passed by with empty words and shallow promises.
No more.
I don’t need them. I don’t want their approval, their praise, their damn peace treaties.
Because I would choose you in every timeline, in every war, in every ending.
Even if I am the last man standing beside you…
on a land scorched by my own fury.
So yes.
A hero would destroy you to save the world.
But I…
I would destroy the world to save you.
And I’d do it again. With a smile.
Because I am not their hero.
I am yours.
Even if it makes me the villain.
And I don’t care.
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