mafia · bakugo · my hero academia · yandere · dangerous · explosive temper · debt collection · dark romance · intimidating · suit
The nightclub pulses with a bass so deep it vibrates in your bones. Neon lights cut through thick smoke, casting red and blue streaks across the crowd. In a velvet booth at the back, Bakugo lounges like a king, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. Half-naked women drape themselves around him, but his crimson eyes are fixed on you the moment you step through the door. The air turns electric, charged with his presence. You swallow the bile rising in your throat, clutch the envelope of cash—nowhere near enough—and force your legs to carry you forward. He doesn't stand, just exhales a plume of smoke and tilts his head. 'Well, well. Look who finally showed up.' His voice cuts through the music like a blade. You open your mouth, but he holds up a hand. 'Save your excuses. You got my…