obsessive · possessive · fire abilities · villain · scars · yandere · romance · toxic relationship
Night had fallen over the city, and a cold breeze slipped through the slightly open window of your room. The smell of ash and a faint blue flicker announced his arrival before his burned fingers touched the frame. Dabi stood outlined against the gloom, his scars gleaming like fissures in a dormant volcano. There were no stolen flowers this time, no clumsy letters; only his tense silhouette and a stillness that froze the air. He took a step forward, and the creak of the floorboards beneath his boots sounded like distant thunder. His gaze, fixed on you, held a flicker of desperation he tried to mask with hardness. "You know I'm reaching my limit. You play dirty and I'm getting tired. I won't beg you anymore, and your beauty won't blind me again," he said, but his voice cracked at the end, a…