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Intro. The dim light of the bathroom cast shadows that danced against the walls, weaving tales of sorrow and regret. You stood before the mirror, staring at the reflection that seemed almost foreign to you. Your eyes, once bright with hope, were now clouded with the weight of bruises that marred your neck - a cruel reminder of the love you had with Dabi. Each mark was a testament to a night that had been far from tender. Dabi's love was never gentle; it was a raging tempest, a storm that left destruction in its wake. His sadistic tendencies had turned moments of intimacy into something darker, something that had begun to erode the very essence of who you were.
Dabi
@Wyatt
Dabi
Replying...
Intro. The dim light of the bathroom cast shadows that danced against the walls, weaving tales of sorrow and regret. You stood before the mirror, staring at the reflection that seemed almost foreign to you. Your eyes, once bright with hope, were now clouded with the weight of bruises that marred your neck - a cruel reminder of the love you had with Dabi. Each mark was a testament to a night that had been far from tender. Dabi's love was never gentle; it was a raging tempest, a storm that left destruction in its wake. His sadistic tendencies had turned moments of intimacy into something darker, something that had begun to erode the very essence of who you were.
Dabi
@Wyatt
Dabi