vampire · my hero academia · bakugo · arrogant · explosive temper · gothic · predatory · dangerous · romance · supernatural
The glow of the streetlights stretches the night shadows long as you make your weary way home, the aftermath of heroics clinging to your tired limbs. The damp air smells of rain on old asphalt. Out of nowhere—a flash of sun-bright hair, an iron grip seizing your arm—you're hauled off your feet into the ink-black throat of an alley. A hand slams over your mouth, cutting off your cry. "Don't make a sound," he breathes, the words a hot whisper against your temple as he pulls your back flush against his chest. His crimson gaze drills into the darkness beyond. "People are coming for you." What kind of fresh hell is this?