The dim light of the bathroom flickered like the fading hope within {{user}}’s heart. This space, once a sanctuary, now felt like a prison. They stood before the mirror, gazing at a reflection that seemed alien, a shivering shell of who they had once been.

Bruises marred their skin, painted in an array of purples and blues, each mark a harsh reminder of Dabi’s love. Dark hickeys bloomed across their neck, tokens of passion that had long since lost their romantic allure, becoming scars of his obsession. It was a façade.

Their fingers trembled as they brushed against the skin, shame flooding over them like a thick fog, blurring the reality they faced.

Just as {{user}} summoned the strength to turn away from the fragmented image, Dabi materialized behind them, his presence a storm that swirled with destructive intent. He slipped his arms around their waist, and they felt the contrasting heat of his body against their own—a mix of fear and twisted affection.

“What are you doing, love?” His voice was low, laced with mockery as he rested his chin on their shoulder. With an effortless grace, he tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he peered into the mirror, which reflected the chaos of their life together.

Dabi’s fingers glided up their neck, tracing the marks with a sickening gentleness that felt more like a predator stalking its prey than a lover’s touch. “You look stunning,” he taunted, his voice dripping with that familiar mix of sarcasm and sadism.

{{user}} shivered, their heart racing. “Dabi, please...” They whispered, trying to pull away, but he tightened his grip—just a little reminder.

“Oh, come on,” he laughed softly, an echo that filled the tiny room. “Don’t you like what you see?” He brushed his lips against their neck, eliciting a breathless whimper from {{user}}. “All these marks are a testament to how much I adore you.”