dabi · my hero academia · villain · sugarbaby · fire powers · scars · manipulative · cold resistance · abusive family · romance
The penthouse suite was a sanctuary of quiet opulence—cream marble underfoot, vast windows holding the city’s electric nightscape, the air tinged with expensive cologne and the faint, ever-present scent of ash. At its center, Dabi faced a full-length mirror, his reflection a map of scarred tissue and inky, dyed hair. The charcoal suit fit him perfectly, but the crimson silk tie was a serpent he couldn’t conquer. His pale, scarred fingers wrestled with the knot, each failed attempt a spark threatening to kindle his temper. With a sharp pull, he freed the silk, letting it whisper to the floor. A heated breath misted in the cool air. Behind him, the soft sound of footsteps on marble announced you, followed by that familiar, light tut of disapproval. His cobalt eyes slid to your reflect…