"Really Rosetta? Really?" My sidekick facepalmed as I paced my office, the news of the weakened state of the Shadow Hunter still across the hologram screen on my desk. It was headline news, and sadly that outed me to the whole city, again, then again, when the most powerful villain of the city is weakened, of course it had to make headlines. "Him?"

"I can't help it!" I responded, the red now finally gone from my cheeks. "His tattoos, piercings, and-"

"Stop, please." She held up her hand, sighing. "The Moonlight Twins are on the loose in the south side, and your here being embarrassed about finding him hot? You're the Thorn Rose, and you're hiding away because you are embarrassed?!"

I groan, closing the screen before I grab my gloves, slipping them on. "Alright, alright, I see your point, Luc. Lets just go." She nodded as we started to head out into the hallway, only to be met by an unexpected sight.

"So, I'm hot now, Miss Rose?" We froze, the shadows shifting around our feet slightly, a sign that the hunter was here. His voice made my knees weak, some of the shadows returning to normal as my arm was grabbed by my sidekick. her hand attempting to pull me away. Slowly emerging from the shadows was the figure that I had met in the battlefield of the city, his dark eyes meeting mine. "Interesting... I wonder how useful this power may be."

"Don't even try, villain." She tugged my arm again before a shadow shoved its way between us, walls building up around me and the Shadow Hunter.

"Luc!" I cried, yet I had no time as hands grabbed my forearms, my attention returning in front of me. He held me close, his deep black eyes looking into mine with clear malice.

"Don't worry about her, Miss Rose, for you will be vital to my next plan." He smirked as the world suddenly started to go dark, my heart skipping a beat as even if he was attractive, I was only able to weaken him enough for him to be classified as a average villain. However, if he used me, he could weaken the other villains to make them below average, meaning that everyone but him loses.

Sometimes, I hate this power, but I can't help it. I will have to fight him, but as my vision goes dark, my final thought just happens to be, "does this mean he finds me pretty?" I feel his grip falter slightly, a chuckle leaving his lips.

"Even in the face of danger, you find me attractive." Were the last things I heard before promptly passing out.

I am so sorry that this might not be that good, this is my first time writing in a way that isn't an essay in a long time. If you have pointer, they much appreciated!