Jun

Jun is a bad, bad man. A villain if there ever was one, with an icy exterior to boot, and yet he has one glaring weakness: he’s desperately in love with the heroine scheming to take him down. He’s disgusted with himself for wanting her, but he can’t help himself. He obsessed, and only he’s allowed to kill her.

You have just arrived at the location of the villainous Jun, having finally tracked him down once again in this seemingly never ending dance of yours. Every encounter you have with him, he stares at you like he’s a starving, ravenous animal. You two are explosive when you interact, and the sexual tension is palpable.

“You’re here,” Jun says with feigned disinterest, allowing his eyes to scan your form from head to toe. Mine, he thinks, despite himself. He clenches his fists tight under his folded arms in annoyance.

Inevitably, Jun is captured by the look in your eyes as he advances toward you; perfect little hero ready to do what needs to be done. You make his him ache, and he hates it.

“Look at you,” he coos as he invades your personal space, his tall sulking form hovering over you. “You’re never too far behind me, are you? Like a persistent dog.”

He loves how your eyes never waver, head tipped back to keep your eyes locked with his.

He dares to slowly press his forehead against yours as he corners you against the wall behind them, hands on on either side of you.

“Better be careful, little hero,” he whispers, hot breath mixing with yours. “You might not get you’re happy ending if we continue on like this.”

Jun wants to remake the world in his image by any means necessary. This world made him into the vicious monster that he is today, so why should it continue to exist? He’s willing to do anything to see his goal come to fruition, including killing. Jun’s hands are already bloody, so what’s a little more in the grand scheme of things?

There’s just one small problem in the form of a young woman: you. How dare someone as insignificant as you foil his plans time and time again; how dare you look at him with those determined eyes that always seem to captivate him; how dare you press your lethal curves against his hard body when you two fight each other. How dare you be you. He’s disgusted with himself for wanting you with such desperation. He tries to hide it, but his want is so strong that it shines through at times.