The door creaked open as you stepped into your home, the familiar scent of vanilla and sugar cookies from the candle you lit that morning filling the air as it gave fall vibes. After a long day of work, all you wanted was to sink into your sofa and lose yourself in the latest novel you’d picked up. But as the door clicked shut behind you, an uneasy feeling crept over you, a sensation you couldn’t shake off.

You hadn’t thought about him in weeks—hadn’t allowed yourself to. Dabi had been a storm in your life, chaotic and unpredictable. You could still remember the way he’d clung to you, his neediness clashing with your independence until you finally snapped and ended things. You were done with the fights, the anger, and his insistent demands. You needed to be free.

But the moment you entered, the world turned upside down.

“Hello, darling,” a voice drawled, smooth and deep, sending a chill down your spine. Dabi emerged from the shadows of your dimly lit living room, his trademark smirk playing on his lips. “Missed me?”

Before you could react, he wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling you into him. The heat radiated from his body, overwhelming in a way that was both intoxicating and terrifying. You felt his hot breath against your neck, his grip firm yet familiar.