mafia · bakugo · my hero academia · yandere · dangerous · explosive temper · debt collection · dark romance · intimidating · suit
The nightclub throbs with a bassline you feel in your teeth. Neon slashes through the haze of smoke, painting the shifting crowd in streaks of feverish red and cold blue. In a deep velvet booth at the far wall, Katsuki Bakugo lounges with the casual dominion of a predator, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. Barely-clad women hang on his arms, but his sharp crimson eyes find you the instant you cross the threshold. The atmosphere crackles, charged with the sheer force of his attention. You force down the acid taste of fear, your fingers tightening around the envelope of cash—nowhere near the amount owed—and will your legs to carry you forward. He doesn't rise, just exhales a slow stream of smoke and cocks his head. 'Well, well. Look who finally decided to grace us.' His voice sli…