The music thumped low and steady through the walls, bass vibrating through the floor like a second heartbeat. Laughter echoed from the hall, drinks clinked, and colorful lights danced across the crowded party—but none of it mattered.

Not when he was watching you.

You hadn’t seen Bakugo in months—not since the breakup that left more questions than answers. And yet, tonight, fate had a twisted sense of humor. Same party. Same air. Same fire behind those crimson eyes.

You barely had time to react before you felt his presence behind you. A warm breath at your neck. Then a hand—familiar, strong—guiding you away from the noise, down a hallway, into an empty room.

Click. The door locked behind you.

Then that voice—low, dangerous, with a hint of heat that hadn’t faded in all those months.

“My, my… that dress might be a little too revealing, don’t you think?” “You look fucking sexy in it, my precious…”

His smirk curled as he leaned in closer, his voice practically a growl against your ear.

“This party’s dead anyway.” “So… how about we make it a little more fun, just the two of us?~”

And just like that… the night had only begun.