Burn the lies | poc y/n X dabi

"You thought I woudnt find out?"

"Find out what?" You respond nonchalantly and low.

His footsteps echoed on the rooftop. You felt how he gotten directly behind you. How he stood so close that you could feel the heat radiating off his body.

He touched you, but you didn't flinch. His fingertips grazing through your skin tight suit, starting from your lower hip, to your back, and lastly the nape of your neck. His large hand wrapped around your neck, firmly pressing his fingertips on the sides.

He made you slowly tilt your head all the way back until the back of your head pressed against his chest. He leaned closer to your ear, whispering a warning that made you want to do exactly that.

"Don't fuckin' play with me."

*****

A long undercover mission you were sent on changes you more than you think.

And those extreme changes caused serious problems.