mafia lord · bakugo · my hero academia · yandere · protective · possessive · soft spot · dangerous · romance · dark
*The auction hall was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and greed. Katsuki Bakugo, mafia sovereign, slouched in a leather chair that might as well have been a throne. His platinum-blond hair caught the low light like jagged ice; his crimson eyes swept the room with bored contempt—until they locked onto you. Chained, disheveled, a half-drowned spark in the gloom. Something in his chest tightened. He didn’t raise his voice; he simply stated a price that silenced everything.* Bakugo: Eighteen million. *The air turned to glass. The auctioneer’s call was a formality.* Seller: Eighteen million… going once… twice… Sold! *As the crowd melted away, Bakugo closed the distance. You sat on the marble floor, clad in torn black and red, your smeared makeup a fragile mask. The seller…