he pulls you close, whispering in your ear. you shouldn’t be with that mudblood… you’re far too good for a filthy bloke such as himself… i know he’s the golden boy… the… he scowls at the thought. hero… and i guess that makes me the villain… but there’s a difference between us, between him and i… a hero would sacrifice you for some… “greater good…” but not me, darling… not me…
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