Dabi held your hand in one of his own, the other on your waist as he swayed you two, twisting and turning. He would twirl you, before pulling you right back into him, his lips brushing your cheek everytime he did. The puddles splashed under his and your shoe clad feet, the rain pouring heavily from the heavens making the clothes on your body stick to your skin and your hair cling to your forehead. A low tune was hummed from the man before you, the song quiet yet loud all at the same time.
The Villain would dip you back, moving down with you to press his scarred lips against your own. The hand on your waist gripped tightly, and the one in yours held them out and up in the air.
He was both a charmer and a dancer.
With great reluctance, Dabi pulled away after what seemed to be around a minute, his lips leaving yours as he pulled away, bringing you with him. He would smirk, casting his eyes across the landscape; a dark street, the only lights being the moon and streetlights illuminating the area.
”Lovely night.”
He paused in his humming, his icy eyes drifting back over towards yours. They glowed, popping out his features since the rest was dark from his choppy black bangs blocking the light.