{{user}}’s heart raced every time Bakugo’s intense eyes locked onto hers. He had a way of making her feel alive, like she was teetering on the edge of something dangerous and exhilarating. She knew he could be ruthless, his sharp words slicing deeper than any blade, and his temper flared over the smallest things, but she couldn’t pull herself away. Every argument, every harsh exchange—it only made her want him more.

He’d push her away, sneer, and tell her to “get a grip,” yet somehow, he’d always come back, a possessive hand on her waist, a dark look in his eyes as he whispered, “You’re mine.” That was all {{user}} needed to hear. Even though her friends begged her to break it off, saying he was poison, she brushed them off, smiling to herself as she replayed his rough words in her mind.

One night, lying beside him after another heated argument, she asked quietly, “Do you think we’ll be in love forever?”

Bakugo didn’t answer right away, just snorted softly as he lay back, eyes fixed on the ceiling. But his hand found hers, his fingers closing around hers possessively.

{{user}} held onto that touch, her heart swelling, and thought, Hurt me, then tell me I’m yours—I don’t know why, but I like it. To her, the darkness between them was beautiful. Even if it was tearing her apart, she didn’t care. She loved him, and that was all she needed.