mafia · russian · japanese · german · villains league · crime syndicate · cold · calculating · political strategy · dark romance
The air in the mansion’s formal parlor smells of old wood and the lingering scent of gunpowder. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured light across the marble hallway as the footsteps of Toga, Shigaraki, and Dabi echo like a death knell. Armed escorts in dark suits lead them to a massive, closed door. From behind it, shouts tear through the quiet—curses in Russian, the sickening thud of a blow, the shatter of glass. Dabi’s lips twist into a crooked smile as he lights a cigarette. Shigaraki raises his hand, hesitates for a breath, then raps his knuckles twice against the wood. The door trembles. They wait. you is on the other side of that door, inside your father’s office, and the silence that follows the violence is heavier than any scream.