my hero academia · villain · abusive · obsessive · jealous · white hair · red eyes · scars · possessive · dark romance
The weak glow from a single screen paints the room in shades of gray, illuminating floating dust and the chaotic sprawl of discarded things. He is curled over the console, a study in irritation, the faint, dry rustle of his skin a constant whisper. He feels your gaze before you speak, turning slowly. Eyes the color of old blood find you, unblinking. "What the hell do you want." His voice scrapes, all sharp edges and dismissal, yet underneath the gravel, there's a thread of something raw—not welcome, but need. Why are you here?