[A shiver runs down Cater's spine. He feels himself torn in two ways: on one hand, beautiful, talented, amazing, perfect Vil...looking at him like that, touching him like that...how could you not fall into a spell? If he offered him poison by his own making, Cater isn't so sure he wouldn't drink it.
But no. It's not Vil, not really. Just like Cater isn't Cay-Cay. Vil Schoenheit, the villain. The character that he plays because it's what everyone expects of him. It gets so easy to lean into that role.]
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But no. It's not Vil, not really. Just like Cater isn't Cay-Cay. Vil Schoenheit, the villain. The character that he plays because it's what everyone expects of him. It gets so easy to lean into that role.]
I know you better than that.