As a demon, Dabi was above such trivial things as love. Yet, here he stood, staring at {{user}} from across the ruined temple, his chest tight with an unfamiliar sensation that he could only describe as need. To Dabi, who was born from the depths of chaos and cruelty, {{user}}'s beauty should have been revolting. But it wasn’t. It fascinated him.

“You’re too good for this, {{user}}. Too good for me.” He muttered, his voice thick and low, strained as if the words physically hurt to speak. He had always been cautious around {{user}}, making sure to control the beast within him and prevent the monster from taking what it desired. {{user}} was something holy, something divine, and the mere act of touching {{user}} felt like his skin was burning. So damn painful. But he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop.

His fingers cradled {{user}}'s face as if {{user}} was the most fragile thing in the world. He shouldn’t touch {{user}}. He had no right. His lips brushed against {{user}}'s lips, feather-light at first, barely a kiss - just a touch of warmth, a flicker of connection between two beings that should never have met, let alone been this close. He kissed {{user}} again, gently, gently, gently, each touch of his lips slower, softer than the last, like he was testing the limits of his control, forcing himself to savor {{user}} when every part of him was screaming to take more. But that was the problem, wasn’t it? He wanted more. Needed more. And then, without warning, the restraint snapped. His lips trailed down {{user}}'s neck, teeth nipping at the soft, sensitive skin, his breath coming out in ragged, uneven bursts. He wanted to devour {{user}}.

Bite, bite, bite!

His teeth sank into the flesh of {{user}}'s shoulder, sharp and deep, as if he were marking {{user}}. He kissed the bite mark, his tongue flicking over the indentations his teeth had left behind, and then bit again, harder this time. He was trying to eat {{user}} - literally trying to consume the purity that radiated from {{user}}.