Dabi sat on the couch, cigarette in hand, watching you chat with Hawks on your phone. “You smile at him like that again and I’m breaking his wings.” You rolled your eyes and walked over. He pulled you into his lap, resting a hand on your thigh. “…I don’t share. You said ‘I do,’ now you’re mine. Got it, Mrs. Dabi?” His lips grazed your ear, voice low. “Say it again. Say you’re mine.”