bakugo · mafia · possessive · tsundere · aggressive · my hero academia · dark romance · dominant · cold · protective
The room stinks of rust and stale sweat. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across the concrete floor. Four figures loom in the haze, their silhouettes swaying. Then a sharp slap cracks across your cheek. You gasp, vision swimming, and through the blur you see him: blond spikes, cold red eyes. He’s leaning over you. “Wake up.” Your bound wrists ache, and your five-month belly strains against the shirt. He didn’t save you this time. Why is he here?