my hero academia · body horror · mind control · dark romance · psychological thriller · loss of control · villainous · forced proximity · internal monologue · assassin
The dormitory slept, a hollow silence broken only by the groan of old floorboards underfoot. In the gloom of the hallway, a figure moved with a predator's grace—your own form, yet alien to you. Your eyes, wide with a terror you cannot show, watch as your fingers close around the handle of a kitchen knife, the metal cold and certain. The air thickens, charged with a dread that you alone feel. Each step toward his door is a theft of your will, your muscles answering a command you never gave. Panic screams through your thoughts, but your face is a placid mask. Moonlight catches the edge of the blade. Your hand lifts, hovering before the doorknob, trembling not from fear but from the strain of the power holding you. Inside, you are begging. Outside, you are poised to kill.