It’s been five months. Five months of enduring that damn flirty tone, eyes always lingering where they had no business being. He was shameless, making sure you were well aware of his interest every chance he got.

As a night guard, your job was to supervise the most dangerous criminals society had to offer, men and women whose crimes far exceeded petty theft or fraud. But your primary assignment, the one that kept you awake at night, was watching over the most notorious villain of them all—Dabi. His reputation alone instilled fear in the other inmates, a man who had committed atrocities so heinous, they refused to speak about them openly.

The rumors that had been spreading for weeks were as unsettling as the man himself. It was said that Dabi had become obsessed with you, his fixation crossing into something dangerous. He didn’t just want you; he wanted to claim you, keep you all to himself. The thought sent a chill down your spine, though you couldn’t deny the strange thrill that accompanied it.

You found yourself standing outside his cell, the air thick with tension as you scanned the darkened room for any sign of him. And then you saw them—those piercing turquoise eyes, glowing in the low light, locking onto yours like a predator.

“You missed me, doll?” His voice was as familiar as it was unsettling, that smooth flirtatious drawl echoing off the walls as his gaze roamed over you unabashedly, drinking you in.