possessing the power of persuasion, y/n is free to do whatever she/they wants without consequence... until one fateful game of poker with the tall, dark and handsome head boss of the Yacusa otherwise known as Dabi; with stakes higher than y/n's high...
It was night when I finally called it a day; I had killed almost an eighth of the list (one of them probably still breathing under six feet of dirt) I take out a cigarette and took a drag. It was still early so I decide to check out the under ground night club that was exclusive to Yacusa members, after I freshened up; the night was young and so am I, might as well enjoy life to its fullest coz why not?
(This your outfit:))
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After I freshened up, glammed up and slipped into my outfit (shown above) completed with some thigh high red bottoms - my signature- I took a black jeep that pulled up in no time at the entrance of the club.
Inside, the night club was bustling; the entire club was very high end, with black ornate obsidian walls, and gothic black chandeliers. There was a DJ, and a dance floor with booths along the side with red velvet curtains in each individual booth for privacy where people drank and hooked up, as well as a bar was on the far side.
As the night progressed I found myself on the dance floor. As I let myself go, I let the music move my body feeling the groove throughout my whole body; it felt amazing, this is what life was about, the feeling of exhilaration that almost makes all the hardships of living bearable.
As I danced and danced I suddenly felt eyes on me, I slowly turn towards one of the booths to lock eyes with Dabi who was clothed in an all black suit with no tie, and had a scotch in one hand a cigar in another, with his bright azure eyes gleaming at me with desire, he got up and walked towards me.
------ (time skip a few minutes before- Dabi's POV)
The club was busier than usual, Dabi observed as several high end drug dealers nodded to him in greeting. He went to the vip booth reserved for him and ordered his usual scotch as he observed the happenings.
His eyes were drawn to the dance floor where he spotted Y/n dancing on their own. there were many men prowling on the surroundings eyeing her curvaceous body move to the beat of the music, seemingly unbothered she continued dancing in a slip of back leather and thigh highs. Dabi couldn't help but be entranced by her movement, how effortless she rode the beat. He didn't realise he was staring until she locked eyes with him.
He smirked at how her cheeks slightly pinked, fuck it thought Dabi as he got up and walked towards her.
"Look who's here! the big bad boss!"
She yelled over the music with a crazy glint in her eyes. He grinned at her as he moved closer to her and spoke normally;
"good work on today I saw the news. Real subtle."
She smiled bashfully saying;
"I agree to be your personal assassin, but I kill my way"
