Something about the lighting, something about the way the music is playing and the way he’s holding her hands and the look in his eyes. It all seems too… familiar. And she doesn’t know why.
“You look distraught. What’s wrong, love?”
“Calling me ‘love’. Pretending like you’re not some evil bad guy bent on destroying the town.”
He laughs and spins her once only to pull her back into his embrace. He does it so naturally, like he’s done it many times before.
“Maybe I’m more than that. And maybe you’ll start realizing it, too.”
“And maybe that’s my entire problem.”