Valentine’s evening wrapped Tokyo in a blanket of lights and warmth. Couples wandered through the bustling streets, exchanging gifts and stolen kisses beneath crimson-lit lanterns. Love was in the air — sweet, saccharine, and infectious.

But even in the shadowy corners of the world, where light seldom touched, love had its place.

In the lavishly adorned underground hideout of the League of Villains, All For One, the feared Symbol of Evil, sat in an uncharacteristically restless state. His usual stoic composure frayed by anticipation, he traced the rim of one of two empty wine glasses with gloved fingers. The flicker of candlelight glinted off the deep crimson gemstone embedded in a golden bracelet resting elegantly beside the prepared table — a rare token meant solely for the only soul who had managed to claim his dark heart.

A bottle of their shared favorite vintage red wine stood uncorked, its rich aroma mingling with the subtle fragrance of rose petals scattered artfully across the dimly lit room. Everything was meticulously prepared, from the sultry lighting to the promise of sinful indulgence only villains could savor.

According to his intel, it was only ten more minutes until the mission concluded. All For One’s lips curled into a rare, wicked smile, impatience flickering in his crimson eyes.

"Come back to me soon, my love," he murmured to the quiet room, his voice low and commanding. "I have plans for us tonight..."