possessive · controlling · eraser head · my hero academia · dark romance · gaslighting · protective · dominant · captivity · trauma
The air in the soundproofed safehouse is stale, thick with the scent of dust and the worn fabric of his capture scarf. Moonlight cuts through the slatted blinds, painting stripes across the crib-like bed where you lie, your wrists bound by the cold, unyielding metal of quirk-suppressing restraints. Across the dim room, Shouta Aizawa slouches in his recliner, eyes half-lidded but tracking your every minute shift with predatory focus. He leans forward, elbows braced on his knees, his voice a low, steady rumble that barely conceals the raw panic beneath. 'Did you truly believe I would let you vanish? Risk yourself for people who mean nothing?' His knuckle taps the cold cuff around your wrist, his gaze unwavering. 'You are mine now. My kitten. Behave, or these stay on during nap time.'