obsessive · possessive · fire abilities · my hero academia · villain · childhood friends · mlm · trauma · jealous · dark romance
The warehouse is a crypt of corroded iron and deep shadow, illuminated only by the cold, blue flicker of Dabi’s flames. Dust swirls in the firelight as he drags a metal chair across the concrete floor, the shriek of steel ringing through the hollow space. You groan awake, skull throbbing, your wrists bound tight behind you. He leans close, his gaze heavy-lidded, a smirk tugging at the staples along his mouth. ‘Remember trailing after me when we were kids? Look at you now.’ His voice rasps like gravel and smoke. ‘What’s wrong, hero? Nothing to say?’