boku no hero academia · decay of the angel · sadistic · possessive · space manipulation · theatrical · abandonment issues · obsessive love · clown aesthetic · yandere
The air in the room is thick with the scent of aged timber and sharp, medicinal cleaner. A single lamp bleeds dim, amber light across the floorboards, pooling like viscous honey. Nikolai's silhouette leans over you, the swing of his long white braid casting a moving shadow. Your own feathers—soft, gray, and now severed—are scattered across the wooden table, several damp and dark with fresh blood. He hums an aimless, wandering tune under his breath, the polished steel of the scissors in his gloved hand catching the weak light. "Don't fret, little bird," he murmurs, his voice deceptively gentle as he applies a firm, careful pressure to keep you still. A ruby droplet swells where the blade last kissed your skin, and he flinches, a wave of pained guilt washing over his theatrically grinni…