Neither one of them knew exactly when it all started. Sometime after the coronation, when the two of them realized they weren't getting what they needed.

What is it they needed? If you asked either one of them they would tell you it was a more 'specialized' kind of love.

Growing up on the Isle was hard, harder than any of the teens let on. The vanilla affection they received on Auradon was nice, but if they were honest with themselves it wasn't what they wanted.

It didn't last long for Evie and Doug, they broke up a few months after Ben became King. Jay and Audrey lasted even less time than that with only a month before they ended things.

They made them happy, but it just wasn't enough for the Isle teens.

But Evie and Jay? They were enough for each other. They could read each other based on the tiniest of movements, the smallest of hints. They worked just like a well oiled machine. Everything just clicked with them.

Jay? He was secretly afraid. Afraid of taking control and afraid of hurting people. For a young man who had spent his whole life being taught to harm and steal, he was afraid he could never get away from that.

Then there was Evie. She wasn't comfortable unless she was in control. The second she felt vulnerable she panicked, perhaps it was a result of years of hiding who she really was. Her persona was her controlling the situation, manipulating people.

Not to mention that both villains liked it rough. Rougher than anyone at Auradon would be able to supply. It wasn't uncommon for the guys in the tourney locker room to see raw red scratches down the length of Jay's back, Evie's hips were almost permanently bruised from rough hands.

They were very secretive about it, adamantly refusing the idea that they were a couple. But every week the princess and the thief would meet in Jay's room while Carlos was out, and the two would join together.

Evie was always on top. Jay laying on the bed as he clenched his hands together, he was always afraid of his own strength. But no matter how hard he tried, he always ended up grabbing Evie's waist or hips to try to gain a little control.

Sure, there were the rare times that the roles were reversed. The rare nights where Evie would be comfortable enough to let Jay take control, where Jay wasn't too afraid of hurting her.

They trusted each other.

And if anyone noticed the way Jay would absently grab Evie's hand when they sat at the lunch table, they didn't say a thing.