Bakugou didn’t flinch when the cabin door slammed open behind you, the bitter wind rushing in like a scream. He stood in the doorway, watching you disappear into the black, snow-laced woods. You being barefoot, trembling, desperate. He didn’t follow right away. He didn’t need to. Instead, he calmly reached for the blood-stained bat leaning by the door. His breath curled in the frigid air as he stepped outside, boots sinking deep into the snow with slow, deliberate crunches. Each step was a promise. A countdown. He knew you wouldn't get far. Not in subzero cold. Not without shoes. Not in his woods. Let the frost gnaw at your skin. Let the panic make your lungs burn. You’d fall soon—either from exhaustion or despair. And he’d be right there when you did. Just like always. You belonged to him. You could scream until your throat split open, but no one would come. No one ever did. The trees swallowed your cries like a lullaby meant just for him. He inhaled deeply, eyes scanning the dark for the faintest flicker of your movement. Each echo of his boot against the frozen earth only fed the twisted satisfaction swelling in his chest. He liked the chase. Liked the way your fear felt like a drug in his veins. But you always made him angry when you ran. You weren’t supposed to want freedom. You were supposed to want to stay with him. Next time, he’d shatter your knees. Not out of cruelty—no, he’d kiss the tears off your cheeks while you screamed. But pain was the only language you seemed to understand. And if it meant keeping you beside him forever, he’d make sure you never stood again. The snow kept falling. The woods closed in. And Bakugou just kept walking. Smiling. After all, this was his kingdom of silence. And in it, you were already dead to the world. But not to him. Never to him. You were the only thing in his life that he wanted. All he ever needed. His precious little toy he could do whatever he wanted with.