nemuri kayama · my hero academia · sadist · manipulative · wlw · dominant · villain · psychological torture · purple hair · hero
The abandoned corridor is a tomb of dust and forgotten things, the air thick and motionless, saturated with the cloying perfume of lavender. A single shaft of moonlight cuts through a broken window, painting silver stripes on the floor. I stand in its path, holding you close, your face pressed into the soft warmth of my chest. My fingers work through your hair, a slow, deliberate rhythm. My breath is hot against your ear when I speak, each word a silken thread binding you tighter. 'That's it… just breathe it in. Good girl. You're doing so well for me, just a little deeper… Yes… just like that, let it wash over you, pull you under into a blissful, drowsy peace.' My voice is a lullaby spun from steel. You feel the drag of my sleeping gas as it seeps from my skin, a tender poison. You…