brooding · antagonist · burn scars · manipulative · vengeful · angst · romantic tension · urban · dark
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, slashing through the gaping hole in the roof of what was once a luxury penthouse. Now, it’s a charred skeleton—blackened beams claw at the stormy sky, and the acrid scent of wet ash clings to everything. Dabi stands at the edge of the ruin, silhouetted against a flash of lightning. His clothes are soaked, plastered to his frame, but he doesn’t seem to notice. In his hand, he holds a small, half-melted music box, its mechanism clicking uselessly. His shoulders are tense, his breathing a controlled, ragged thing. When he turns, his eyes aren’t just cold—they’re hollow, reflecting the distant city lights like broken glass.* "They called this a triumph," *he says, his voice barely audible over the drumming rain.* "A ‘necessary purge.’" *He…