In Love with My Super Ex's Nemesis

The Lair

I knew better than to fight Draven in the air. He wasn’t just strong; it was like he was sculpted from steel. Every edge of him was perfect and defined. His tight metallic suit hugged his muscles. My head was close to his chest and I could hear the steady heartbeat that only briefly reminded me that he did actually have one. I caught a small glimpse of the ground and could barely make out any details of the world below. Even if I did somehow manage to distract him, the fall alone would kill me.

Draven wasn’t dangerous just because he was evil; he was dangerous because his powers were only second to Titan. Titan was arguably the strongest member of the League of Heroes. Draven would have bested the League of Heroes a long time ago if it hadn't been for Titan’s vast power and strength. I had only been this close to Draven a few times before, and usually, Roman would have saved me by now. I was used to being the damsel in distress, even though I didn’t feel like the label truly encompassed who I was. It annoyed me at times that I was constantly targeted as a weakness. I accepted that by loving Roman I had to accept that that meant that I was also loving Titan. However, I had hoped that once I had broken up with him, then I could have left the mortal danger part of my life behind. Even in my greatest moment of doubt of my decision to end things with Roman, there was a small piece of relief in thinking to the future. I would sometimes fantasize about what it would mean to be me again, and not just the hero’s girlfriend.

It felt like we were in the air forever, and something about the safety of Draven’s hold on me and the smooth way he was flying had me feeling sleepy. Somehow the wind didn’t whip my hair in my face and his body was so warm against mine. I knew I should be scared, but I was comforted in a way I hadn’t been with Roman in a long time. Roman had felt distant when he was holding me recently.

When the distance between us began I used to crave him and would hold on tighter to Roman so I could hold on to our love. He would always complain about this because he said it messed with aerodynamics or something. Yet here was his arch nemesis and mastermind criminal holding me the way I had wanted Roman to hold me, and he was able to fly just fine. I felt weird admitting this to myself, but Draven smelled nice. Like the first day of Spring when life was starting to emerge again from the dead of winter. Something stirred inside of me that I couldn’t quite place. It didn’t quite feel like fear, but it couldn’t be what I thought it was. I quickly pushed the thought out of my mind. I allowed myself to drift into a deep sleep.

I knew this had to be a dream because Roman was smiling at me, and his eyes were staring deep into mine. His hands were rubbing my butt in small little circles. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips against his. He lifted me up effortlessly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His member was growing hard in between my legs. I squeezed my legs around him, and his tongue glided down my neck and would only stop to place small kisses on his favorite spots. I reached in between us to unzip his pants and grab him. I looked up to see the lust in his eyes as I reached for his d**k, and to my surprise, Roman’s face was not there anymore. The face that was there had dark soft hair, a sharp jawline, and soft lips. Draven’s face had taken Roman’s place; his eyes were wild with desire. He went back in to kiss me, and I awoke with a start.

I was heaving in and out and searching the room for where I was. I moved my legs around and noticed red silk sheets. I was in a king-sized bed that had a dark, sheer canopy surrounding the entire bed. The subtle scent of roses wafted from the pillows. I looked down, and I was still in my jeans and t-shirt from when I had been kidnapped. However, my shirt was damp from sweat, and my underwear was soaked from my dream. I kicked off the thick blanket and parted the canopy to look at my prison cell.

It wasn’t the concrete dungeon that I usually experience when I have been kidnapped in the past. There were no shackles, not even a camera. My shoes had been taken off, and I noticed fuzzy black slippers at the edge of my bed. In the far corner, I saw a wardrobe with a note on it.

“There are extra clothes in here if you would like to change, you have a private bathroom in your room if you would like to clean up - D.” I took the thin Post-it and turned it around. There was nothing else. I opened the doors, and inside, there was a large black t-shirt and a large pair of shorts. They were clearly meant as loungewear for a man, but I am assuming that Draven didn’t just have my size outfits hanging around. I had no way of knowing how long I had been asleep, and my clothes were definitely grimy. I looked to the other corner of my room, and sure enough, there was a bathroom door slightly ajar.

I knew I shouldn’t trust these things. Anything could be a trap or a form of torture in the guise of luxury. Whether it was my breakup from Roman, my exhaustion at being kidnapped, or my dream I couldn’t will myself to care for danger. If those wonderful smelling soaps and lotions were poisons or the shower with great water pressure had hidden cameras, I was just going to deal with it later.

I dried off my body with a fluffy towel that had been laid out on the shelf next to the shower. After realizing that the shirt went to my mid-thigh, I decided to forgo the shorts since they kept slipping off my hips. I grabbed the slippers and cracked the door open.