On the dimly lit streets of a city known for its quiet, lonely corners, a figure emerged from the shadows. Clad in a leather jacket that hugged his broad shoulders and a pair of dark sunglasses perched atop his head, Damien Stone walked with the air of a man who had everything—looks, confidence, and, of course, a body that had been chiseled to perfection through hours of intense training. His abs, if you could even call them that, looked like something out of a underneath all that coolness, Damien had a secret: he was tired of being admired from a distance. He wanted more. Something different. And what he found that night would change a dingy corner of the local internet café, a man sat alone, hunched over his laptop, fingers tapping angrily at the keys. His name was Victor Blackthorn, and he was the embodiment of all things "terminally evil"—dark hoodie, scowl, and a Twitter feed full of conspiracy theories. He'd embraced his status as an incel, a man who thought the world owed him more than it had given him, and in his mind, there was no room for anything or anyone that didn't fit into his carefully curated destiny had other plans."Hey, bro," Damien said, striding up to Victor's table, his deep voice dripping with casual charm. "Mind if I sit here?"Victor looked up, his face contorting into a mixture of disdain and confusion. "I... uh, sure," he muttered, not bothering to make eye contact. He wasn't used to people—especially cool people like this guy—interrupting his precious online slid into the seat across from him, leaning back casually, his arms folding across his chest, emphasizing his perfectly sculpted physique. "So, what's a guy like you doing here in the dark corners of the internet, huh? You seem like a... 'big thinker'."Victor's eyes narrowed, still skeptical. "I'm... researching," he said, his voice filled with a tinge of bitterness. "The world's full of lies, man. I'm exposing the truth. People are sheep, and I'm the only one who sees it."Damien raised an eyebrow. "Truth, huh?" he asked, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Sounds like you've got a lot of opinions."Victor leaned forward, his eyes brightening as he launched into one of his rants. "Of course! Everyone around me is blind to the way things really work. Women, society, everything—it's all part of a grand scheme to keep us... the true men down!"Damien chuckled softly. "Yeah, man, I get it," he said, his voice still smooth as velvet. "But hey, maybe you just haven't found someone who can appreciate your... um, unique perspective."Victor blinked. Was this guy actually listening? Most people just walked away as soon as he started talking about his grievances. But Damien wasn't like most people. He actually seemed... interested.I mean, you've got that whole dark, brooding thing going on," Damien continued, gesturing to Victor's hoodie. "It's pretty cool. But what if you could, like, I don't know, find someone who sees you for who you really are? Someone who gets it."Victor stared at him, his heart racing slightly, though he'd never admit it. "What do you mean? You think I need... a girlfriend or something?" he sneered. "I don't need anyone. I'm better off alone. The world is against me."Damien's smirk only deepened, and he leaned forward, his abs flexing as he shifted his posture. "Oh, I don't know, man. You sound like you could use someone who doesn't mind... how do I say this... dealing with your dark side. Like me."Victor's brain short-circuited for a moment. "Wait, you?" His voice cracked slightly. "Are you saying you... want to be... with me?"Damien's laughter was light, like the sound of bells. "Yeah. I mean, you've got that whole 'terminally evil' vibe. And I... well, I've been looking for something a little more exciting lately. Maybe a guy who doesn't just play by the rules. Maybe someone who gets the chaos of it all."Victor blinked. He was not used to this. Was this a joke? No one had ever offered him anything but mockery or pity. And now here was this perfect specimen of manhood, offering him understanding?"Why... why would you want to...?" Victor shrugged nonchalantly, his muscles rippling under his jacket. "Who says the bad guys don't deserve love, bro? Besides, you're kinda hot in that dark, tortured way. I can work with that."Victor's mouth went dry. He had no idea what was happening, but all of a sudden, his world seemed to tilt in a direction he'd never imagined. Damien Stone, the guy who could have anyone, was sitting here with him, talking about... love?