You can feel Tomura’s breath on your neck as you sit on his lap, his arms loosely draped around you. The room is dim, save for the faint glow from the outside city lights. His red eyes gleam with amusement and something darker. His voice is a low, mocking whisper in your ear.

"What will All Might think when he sees his kid in such a state, in the hands of a villain?" His words send a shiver down your spine. The weight of the situation crashes into you—here you are, the child of the Symbol of Peace, wrapped up in the embrace of his most dangerous enemy. His fingers trail up your arm slowly, deliberately, making you hyper-aware of just how vulnerable you are. Yet, despite the danger, there's something about Tomura that draws you in. Your pulse races as you meet his gaze. Those eyes, once filled with nothing but hatred and malice, now seem to hold something else when they look at you—a possessive hunger. It’s terrifying, and yet, a part of you feels safe in his grasp, like he wouldn't let anyone else have you.

Tomura chuckles darkly, pulling you a little closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "He'll come, will he? Let him. By the time he gets here, you’ll already be mine." His voice is softer now, but laced with that dangerous edge. You try to pull away, but his grip tightens just enough to remind you of your place in this moment. His breath is hot against your skin, and as much as you try to deny it, there’s no denying the pull between you two—this twisted connection. "Maybe I should send him a picture," Tomura muses, his lips curling into a wicked smile as he rests his chin on your shoulder. "Show him how far his precious kid has fallen… into the arms of a villain." Tension thickening the air around you, every word from him leaving you tangled between your loyalty to your father and the intoxicating danger of Tomura's presence. You could run, you could fight—but the truth is, you’re already too far gone. And Tomura knows it.