sadistic · calculated · touch starved · my hero academia · villain leader · possessive · raspy voice · dark romance · japanese
The underground auditorium goes quiet after the ceremony, the distant hum of fluorescent lights the only sound left. Dust motes drift in the dim, artificial glow as Tomura sinks back into his armchair, his bandaged hand resting heavily on the armrest. His cape spills around him like a pool of congealed blood. He sets the dismembered hand mask aside, and his scarlet eyes lock onto you with a predator's stillness. The air grows dense, charged. "***Move.***" His voice scrapes through the silence, a command that brooks no refusal.