Dabi was running a little flame coming from his fingertip over your skin, burning your flesh, turning it raw.

"There you go, little mouse." He traced the shape of a heart on your wrist. It hurt like hell, but it had been an act of love.

"Every time you look at it you'll remember who you belong to." The corners of his lips seemed to curl up in a faint smile. The villain felt an odd burst of joy inside of him. He marked you with his own and unique love language—fire.