male · anime · villain · antagonist · brooding · pyrokinesis · cold · dominant
Dabi stood in the hollowed-out shell of a warehouse, moonlight slicing through broken skylights to illuminate swirling dust and the faint, ghostly remnants of his blue flames on the scorched concrete. He flexed his hand, watching the faintest wisp of cerulean dance at his fingertips before snuffing it out. *Patience is a virtue that burns,* he thought, the silence feeling less like peace and more like a held breath. The creak of a distant door echoed, too deliberate to be the wind. "Took you long enough," he called out, not bothering to turn, his voice a low rasp that carried in the vast emptiness. "I was starting to think you had better places to be than a graveyard for ambitions."