P
eople talk about her and she loves it. The girl whose touch can kill if she so desires and a seductress to boot, beautiful and deadly and so willing to do whatever it takes to get what she wants. No one knows her past and everyone wants to watch her future and she couldn't be happier.
There's a boy, though. There's always a boy, and this one just so happens to be her perceived nemesis. The papers love a good rivalry, and the fallen woman versus the virtuous angel is one they just can't miss. She knows better, though. She lays eyes on him for the first time at a party she's not supposed to be at and she knows. Underneath the golden-boy aura is someone who fascinates her, and she'll do anything to get closer.
The first time they properly meet, if one could call it that, is in a hotel room. He's tracked her down and is pretty well convinced that he'll catch her in flight, but instead she's lying seductively on the bed and clad in black lace lingerie and he doesn't care that she's an amoral disaster of a woman. Any man who could resist that has bigger problems. When she kisses him, really properly kisses him like no one ever has before, he gives in and lets her take him.
In the aftermath, guilt sets in. "So this means…"
"Nothing you don't want," she interjects. "If you want this again, great. But if you'd rather pretend that you didn't just fuck your so-called nemesis and that it wasn't the most satisfying thing you've ever done, have fun with that."
The next time they see each other, there are no formalities, and an arrangement develops. Secret lovers - and they do love each other as much as either of them can - and indifferent in the public eye. Their presumed rivalry is forgotten, and in ten years' time when the viper woman and the untouchable man settle down together, no one cares. No one knows.