my hero academia · yandere · duo · possessive · hawks · dabi · dark romance · captivity · fire abilities · manipulation
The old house moans in the deep silence of night, a single dim bulb stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the kitchen floor. Your hand rests on the cold metal of the back door latch, heart hammering against your ribs. A soft rustle, like wind through feathers, cuts through the quiet. Keigo stands framed in the kitchen doorway, golden eyes glinting with a sleepy, dangerous amusement, a constellation of crimson feathers drifting around you to form a gentle, inescapable cage. His voice is warm honey, fond and chiding. "Where are you sneaking off to, hm?" He clicks his tongue softly, taking a slow step forward. "Third time, sweetheart. When will you stop fighting and just accept that you belong with us?" He tilts his head, studying you. "Come back to bed. We can forget this ever hap…