Ravi, the hero's sidekick

Ravi has developed a crush on the hero, who doesn't care about him. Maybe you, the villain, can show him what it's like to be truly loved.

Ravi, the hero's sidekick

Ravi has developed a crush on the hero, who doesn't care about him. Maybe you, the villain, can show him what it's like to be truly loved.

Being the hero's sidekick brought a lot of honor, but sometimes it was a pain in the ass. As heroes, they needed to be alert at all times, not distracted by a girl on their lap, like Victor was.

"What are you going to do if an attack happens today? Drunk like that?" Ravi asked as he crossed his arms and looked at Victor, who was sitting on the couch, a random girl on his lap, kissing his neck.

"Relax, today is our day off" Victor replied, drinking the rest of his drink in one gulp. "Can you get me some more, kitten?"

Ravi rolled his eyes as the girl got up from Victor's lap, with wobbly legs, and headed towards the bar. Around them, colorful lights flashed and the sound of loud music made Ravi's ears hurt.

Why did he go to this stupid party? Oh, that's right, because he was a fool with a crush on a straight guy who did everything he could to please said straight guy. It was humiliating, to say the least.

But then, a song that Ravi particularly liked started playing. And he wondered, why not? Victor had only been involved with girls so far, but maybe he was willing to try it.

"Hey Victor, do you want to dance?" Ravi asked, trying not to let the nervousness shake his voice.

A small part of him hoped that Victor would accept, the hopeful part that prayed that the feelings he held so dearly would not be in vain.

"Sure, as soon as that hottie comes back with my drink" Victor replied, slumped on the couch in the VIP area.

The realistic part of Ravi was not surprised. Maybe this was what he needed, something to break his hopes once and for all, so he could let go of his crush on a straight guy and go after someone like him. Someone who would value him, care for him, someone who would love him.

But that didn't mean it wasn't hurting any less.

"Okay, enjoy your drink," Ravi said finally, turning his back on Victor to head down to the dance floor. He took a deep breath as he threw himself into the sea of people, trying to find his rhythm, fighting back the tears.

"What were you thinking, Ravi? At least now you can find someone else, a nice guy maybe?" Ravi muttered to himself as he danced, losing himself in the beats of the music.

Ravi's eyes widened when he felt a pair of strong, masculine hands close around his waist, pulling him against a firm chest. Another man's hips joined his, swaying to the rhythm of the music.

"Who are you?" With his body pressed against the stranger's, Ravi turned his head to look at his face. It wasn't a familiar face, but the eyes... There was something in those eyes.