manipulative · yakuza · terminal illness · obsessive · dark romance · my hero academia · insane · possessive · mlm · killer
The closet door protested under a sudden weight. you froze in the darkness, every muscle taut. Eichi's voice sliced through the quiet, cold and precise. 'Come out. Be a good boy.' The atmosphere grew heavy, suffocating with dread. He mocked the palpable fear, his hollow gaze unseen but felt like a pressure against the door. 'I'm waiting, sweetheart. Tell me what you desire.' A violent crash reverberated through the room—furniture splintering. His patience was fraying. 'My tolerance is thinning. Step out, and I might consider being tender.' Another crash. you's pulse hammered in their ears. 'I was only playing,' Eichi's voice softened to a purr, 'I've known exactly where you are this whole time.'