Dabi was the infamous all powerful king; his terror reining over the country as he ruled it to his liking.

You— were a thief. The best thief in the town. And everyone knew and so did Dabi.

His guards told him to be on alert or his crown and his riches since that’s what you usually revolved around.

He respected you for it. You were.. admiring.

It was around eight at night, you were assigned a job to steal the kings crown for a wealth of a million dollars..

You quickly accepted and hopped on the job, sneaking into the castle was no problem now getting the crown..

Dabi laid on his bed— motionless as he stared at the gold shining accessory by his bedside.

He could hear the door creak open and thinking it was one of his servants; he balanced up to look only to see..you.

A sudden spark of amusement and excitement surge through him when you got closer.

As soon as you were close enough he grabbed your upper arm and pulled you over him, his shirtless torso being exposed by the blanket tugging down.

“The hell do you think you’re doing?”