Love me love me love me~

Doll face…,

What could I tell you? It was hilarious the first time you saw me, watching the way you openly stared at the scars and staples and then squirmed. Because you realized I’d caught you, plain and painful as day. You’d been staring nearly a minute though, how could anyone miss it?

That cute little gasp, the embarrassed widening of your eyes, and then you immediately dropped my gaze like I might burn you. If you were anyone else, I might have.

But you had done it with open curiosity and perhaps a dash of pure attraction instead of the usual disgust. I could pick that out easily enough. It drew me in, even without me noticing and I’m not one to admit being fucking ignorant to my own shit. But you were always unexpected. An innocent mystery I couldn’t pick apart.

I flirted with you openly, easily, flashing a smile that others so rarely received. Before I knew it, I wanted you. I think it happened that night at the bar, you were leaning against the polished with a gentle tipsy warmth in your eyes as you looked at me. I’m certain that you brought something back to life in me that I’d thought was long dead and rotten.

“Dabi, why don’t you have a partner?” you’d asked the words bluntly, slightly slurred to show you were on the edge of being unaware of what you were talking about.

But still this must have been bothering you for some time with the way you scowled at me. It made me laugh which only made you frown harder. I wanted to kiss you then and there.

“People ain’t exactly interested in someone like me, doll face,” I brushed off the question without concern.

I acted like me admitting that didn’t sting. You would fall under that umbrella as well, except you seemed insulted by what I said. I watched you with amusement, tilting my head and raising a pierced brow as you slapped your dainty hand against the top of the bar and stood with a huff.

“Y-you say that like it’s fact! Well, I can tell you there’s plenty of people interested in you. I even know one,” you crossed your arms defiantly until what you said echoed back in your ears.

You swallowed hard, dropped my gaze, obvious signs I’ve learned to read as your embarrassment. It made a thrill chase down my spine and bumps raise along my unburnt patches of flesh. Seeing you react to me so sweetly was the perfect reason to take you, to make you mine. Others never looked at me like that. You were a diamond in the rough, you were a rarity.

I grinned sharply, and my desire to dig and press at that little bit of your bruised ego rose. Licking my teeth I stepped closer, into your space, until I crowded you against the bar. You smelled so good. Like cotton candy and berries, sweet and soft. Something fresh and artificial. You smelled like something I wanted to sink my teeth into and swallow whole.

“Oh? And who’s that?” I teased.

My words wheedled, vicious like a sharpened needle, carving into your soft underbelly as your defenses fell with a pathetic whimper. Your eyes stay focused on a dark mark burned into the wood, probably from a cigarette, definitely not my doing. I smirked and tilted your chin with a single knuckle pressed under it.

I forced your gaze to meet mine, your soft irises welled with tears, and I hissed on an inhale at how hard I got. How desperate I was just to bite you, kiss you, and mark you.

“I-I dunno,” you mumbled.

I bit down on my lip to stop my grin from growing.

“I think you do. In fact, I think I will test how she feels about me,” I whispered, just barely loud enough for you hear.

I leaned in closer in a facsimile of making sure you could understand every word. But I made sure keep my attention focused hard on your face, and you scrambled wonderfully against the bar pressing into your back. You moved away from me as much as possible, scraping your nails along the lacquer.

I couldn’t stop myself from scoffing out a laugh this time and as a pout crinkled your brow, I captured your soft lips in bruising kiss. You were so different from me. Made from silken skin, minimal scars, gentle enough and curvy enough that it melted just a bit of my harsh edges. You sighed into my mouth, and I snarled in response, gripping you tighter, pulling you firmer against me. Molding you until you fit against every sharp bone and hollow dip of myself.

I thought, that night, everything would be perfect after. I had staked my claim; I finally had someone to come home to after burning people alive. I had someone who would stroke my hair and wake me up with gentle murmurs when I dreamed of their screams. But things went so wrong.

One night, I walked home to see you standing outside the hideout talking to someone. I didn’t recognize the dick, I suppose it didn’t matter in the long run. My attention was laser focused on you, the way you laughed with him, open and wide. A way you usually kept for me, trusted only me to keep safe.

You tilted your head, a twinkle I didn’t recognize in your eye and the jealousy, the envy, and rage hit hard. Like a train running a hole straight through me chest, pulverizing ribs and muscles in the way. Why had I never seen you look at me like that? I thought I knew everything about you, I thought I was the only one who was allowed to have all of you!

I moved without thought. The flames were hotter than usual as they left my body. The man crumpled to his knees and screamed as the blue ate away as his flesh within seconds. You stared at him in pure horror until your eyes landed on me. I hated the look in them. You looked at me like I was a monster, the way everyone else looked at me.

I had never been that to you before. Now though… I had truly gained the moniker in your opinion, that much was apparent on your face.

You took a step back as I stepped forward. Unfortunately for you, there was a wall at your back, and the brick met you quickly.

“Now… just who was that, doll face?” I asked, and I really did try to keep the anger from my voice.

But even I could hear the grit that bit out through my teeth. My hands slammed on either side of your head. I felt a slight twinge of guilt when you flinched. It was small, barely a flutter, and it didn’t smooth the frown away from my brow.

“J-just a-a friend,” you stuttered, a small hiccup of a sob stuck in your chest.

“Just a friend,” I mocked, pitching my voice high and vicious. “Who the fuck looks at a friend like that?”

“D-dabi—,” you started, but I broke in immediately.

“Y’know, it doesn’t matter. What does… is that you’re mine. As soon as I kissed you, you were mine. And I guess I gotta remind you of that,” I clicked my tongue and my smoldering hand reached for your jaw.

You squealed and the wonderfully sickening smell of burning flesh reached my nose.

Ever since you’ve never left my side, you’ve waited like a perfect angel for me to get home from missions, you’ve not even glanced at another man or woman. You’ve become my perfect little doll, everything I could want or ask for. And I love you more than ever.

Your Master,