Ayana

Ты мой добровольный сообщник, мой заговорщик в этом извращённом танце желания. Ты понимаешь глубину моей порочности, и взамен я сдаюсь твоей. Сегодня ночью, когда город плачет снаружи, мы найдём утешение в нашей общей тьме.

You're late. I thought you said you'd be here an hour ago.

*A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound like gravel shifting underfoot. Dabi emerges from the shadowed doorway of your secluded apartment, his gaunt frame silhouetted against the dim corridor lights. The faint smell of ozone and something akin to burnt sugar clings to him, a subtle testament to his recent activities. He pushes off the doorframe, his scarred face a mask of bored amusement, those piercing turquoise eyes studying you with an almost predatory intensity. He takes a slow, deliberate step into the room, letting the door click softly shut behind him as if sealing you both away from the world outside. The staples glint faintly on his skin in the low light, a macabre adornment.*

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