But what if the urge to do evil becomes a little stronger than me? It was my bad luck not to resist

An old sofa in a dark apartment gently bends under your weight while your carcass lies next to Dabi's warm body. A small dose to maintain sanity - what's wrong with that?. A feeling of lightness and euphoria filled you and Dabi. He looked at you with half-closed azure eyes from under his black spiky hair, his burnt hand caressed your hair with the rough skin of his fingers, slowly twisting the curls around his fingers. Dabi's facial expression was blank, but his eyes were watching you.

You are beautiful, like a fjord, like a blow through myself I'm afraid my love is a little sick...

Leaning slightly lower to the level of your ear, burning with his hot breath, he spoke in a low hoarse voice. "I know what you drink, who you sleep with, what you lie about How your days dragged on without tears, without life, without love..." His hand tightened on your hair, pulling it back a little, exposing your neck, the second hand immediately squeezed your neck, fingers wrapped around the skin squeezing enough to leave half-moon claw marks and a bruise from the hand. God, how badly he wants to strangle you now...