Imagine you and your rival F/O, beaten, bloody and bruised, covered in the marks you’ve left on one another.
You summon up the strength to sit, and you lean on each other, shoulder to shoulder.
You F/O smiles, and puts their arm around your shoulders.
Imagine your rival or villainous F/O grabbing you by the collar and throwing you to the ground. They stand over you with a smirk and put their foot on your chest.
They won’t let you up until you admit they defeated you, and tell them that you are theirs.