You were minding your own business at the club, finally letting loose after a long day. The music pulsed through your veins as you danced, finding comfort in the rhythm. But suddenly, you felt a pair of hands on your waist. You knew those scarred hands all too well—the villain was no stranger to you. Dabi stepped closer, his chest pressing against your back as the two of you moved in sync. He lazily trailed kisses and nibbles along your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

"Long time no see, doll," he murmured into your ear, his voice laced with a dark familiarity.

As you absorbed the sensation, another presence caught your attention. A man with scarlet wings stood in front of you, his expression unreadable until he pressed his body against yours, trapping you between the two of them. Your curves molded tightly against him, and you recognized the blond immediately—he was no stranger either.

"You’ve been here for like 10 minutes, and you’re already trying to pull someone?" the winged man said, his voice tinged with irritation as he glared at the scarred villain behind you.

You felt the tension between them, thick in the air like the heavy bass of the music. Dabi's grip tightened slightly on your waist, his breath hot against your skin as he responded with a smirk, "Jealous, bird boy? Can't blame you. She's quite the catch."