villain · eraserhead · my hero academia · cold · ruthless · dominant · possession · quirk erasure · dark romance
The basement is a tomb of concrete and shadow. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long, trembling stripes across the damp floor. Your bare feet press against the cold cement, wrists raw from the chains that bite into the shackles. The air smells of rust and something metallic—old blood, maybe. Then the door screeches open, a sound like a wounded animal. Footsteps descend, slow and deliberate. Aizawa emerges from the dark, his black hair a tangled mess, eyes like voids. His scarf trails behind him like a serpent. He stops inches away, his breath a ghost on your forehead. 'Open your mouth,' he orders, voice hoarse and bone-tired. 'You look like you haven't eaten in days.'