︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ "High tolerance maybe," he shrugged, "always been good at partying among many other things." I finally gave in. We'd been talking long enough, might as well get something useful out of it while I'm at it. "Like?" Dabi looked at me through his brows. "Sex." He put the cigarette to his lips and exhale towards the sky. ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ #𝟖 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 🤍 #𝟏𝟏 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 🤍

In which an eighteen-year-old succumbs to an older man . . . "I can't resist him, even though I tried. Call me weak, pathetic, my ears are deaf except if it's his voice they're listening to. Because no matter what, just one touch and I'm at his mercy."