The Villains Must Win-Chapter 83: Valerian Cross 3

There he stood—a man of striking perfection. His sharply defined features were framed by dark hair, while glasses rested on the high bridge of his nose, accentuating his mesmerizing amber eyes. Tall and slender, he exuded an effortless grace, his presence so captivating it made the storm outside feel almost poetic.

I couldn’t help but whisper, "Oh my . . . villain . . ."

"Are you Evelyn Night? The witch?" he asked in a smooth, confident tone that carried a no nonsense edge.

I stood there, astonishment and amusement swirling inside me. It seemed that this time, the villain was the one who set out to find me.

I had just been upstaged by a man who might have been the leading man in my very own supernatural rom-com—only he were the villain of the story.

Looks like the show has begun. Time to get into character!

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The storm raged outside, wind howling like a beast denied entry. But under the dimly lit moon, the real storm brewed between two figures—one a witch, the other cloaked in authority.

Evelyn Night stood outside her hut. She looked small, delicate even, with porcelain skin and haunting ashen eyes that never wavered. To the untrained eye, she could have passed for a mere girl—ethereal, innocent. But Valerian Cross knew better.

She was a witch. A dangerous one.

"Isn’t it customary to introduce yourself before asking a woman’s name?" Evelyn’s voice was smooth, carrying an edge of amusement despite her predicament.

The corner of Valerian’s lips curled slightly, the only sign of his intrigue. "Valerian Cross. And you already know who I am and what we do, don’t you?"

Evelyn tilted her head, unbothered. "Yes, that’s right. And how may I help you, gentlemen?"

Valerian regarded her carefully. She looked fragile—like something easily broken—but he knew that beneath that youthful, doll-like face was a witch over a century old. A creature whose allure was as deadly as her magic.

Her expression never changed, her tone remained bored. Even if a blade were pressed against her throat, she would likely look just as serene.

Perhaps that was what unsettled him the most.

"Are you here to kill me?" Evelyn asked suddenly, her voice carrying an air of nonchalance. "I haven’t done anything to the humans."

Valerian’s amber eyes darkened. "Don’t feign innocence. You’ve killed thousands before, Evelyn Night."

She met his gaze without hesitation, something flickering in her eyes—recognition, perhaps. His features, his presence—it stirred something buried deep within her. But her face remained an exquisite mask, frozen in time, allowing her to hide every dangerous thought behind it.

"In the past, there was war between humans and creatures of the night. It was fair play—we killed each other," Evelyn said evenly. "But peace has been established, and I have honored the pact. I have done no harm. I have done no fault."

"Lies!" one of Valerian’s soldiers roared.

"You witches are still kidnapping children and women!"

"You’re aiding the vampires and werewolves!"

"You think we don’t know?!"

Weapons were drawn, steel glinting in the firelight.

Evelyn remained unshaken. Her gaze, sharp and knowing, never left Valerian. "I have no part in it."

"You may not," Valerian said, his voice calm yet merciless. "But you’re still a witch."

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"A dangerous one," he corrected coldly.

"And you believe all witches should be slaughtered, regardless if they done wrong or not?" Evelyn’s tone was mild, yet there was a dangerous undercurrent to it. "Doesn’t that break your precious rules? Our sacred agreement? Without concrete evidence against me, you have no right to execute me."

"You bitch! Stop hiding behind the law when your kind are the ones breaking it first!" a soldier spat.

"Kill her!"

"Let’s just end her!"

Valerian raised his hand, and silence fell instantly. His men obeyed without question, but their hatred still simmered beneath the surface.

"We swore to uphold the agreement," Valerian said, his voice like steel. "If we break it now, we are no better than the monsters we hunt. However—" His amber gaze burned into Evelyn’s. "We have every right to interrogate any witch or creature of the night we deem suspicious."

Evelyn understood his meaning immediately. But she still asked, if only for the theatrics. "And you’re saying?"

"You will come with us to Cross headquarters for interrogation."

Evelyn sighed and extended her hands in surrender. "Be my guest."

Valerian hesitated. He had expected resistance—a fight, a curse hurled his way, a desperate attempt to flee. But instead, she surrendered without so much as a flicker of defiance.

"You’re just going to comply?" Valerian asked, caught between amusement and suspicion.

Evelyn’s lips curled into something close to a smirk. "I have done nothing wrong, so why should I run? That would only make me look guilty."

And besides, she thought with quiet amusement, you are the villain of this story, Valerian Cross. Wherever you go, I follow.

"You have a clever mind for a witch."

"I’ve lived for over a hundred years. I’d be an idiot if I didn’t know when I’m outnumbered."

Valerian looked at her for a moment before he ordered, "Chain her,"

Thick metal shackles, inscribed with runes, locked around Evelyn’s wrists and neck, dampening her magic.

Humans may be fragile against creatures of the night, but they had their ways. The Cross Organization, backed by the church, wielded holy weapons, enchanted runes, and divine blessings—temporary gifts from the Gods.

Still, Evelyn was relieved that Valerian was no priest. That meant she could do sinful things with him. She snickered inside.

The carriage rocked gently as they traveled through the night, headed toward Cross HQ.

Inside, Valerian sat across from Evelyn, his long frame composed and elegant, a small book in his hands. His posture was relaxed, yet his presence was an unspoken warning—he was watching her, even if his eyes never left the page of his small book.

Evelyn studied him. He was tall, at least six foot four or five, slender but undeniably strong and fast. He was younger than she had expected, with sharp features that seemed almost inhumanly refined. The glasses perched on his nose only added to his dangerous charm.

The soul inside Evelyn approved.