Lovely : ̗̀➛ yandere dabi x reader

Y/n lived in a world of fleeting performances, a dancer embodying fantasies for men who left as quickly as they came. She was used to being a figure admired but never truly seen. Then Dabi walked in, shattering the monotony of her life. His cold, unblinking gaze wasn't just watching-it was piercing, consuming. Unlike the others, he didn't flirt or fawn; he studied her, his presence a storm brewing just beyond her control.

At first, she ignored him. Men mistaking infatuation for love was nothing new. But Dabi wasn't like them. He didn't tip and vanish. He returned, over and over, each visit darker than the last. His obsession unfolded slowly, cryptic messages slipping into her life like whispers in the dark: "I see you. You're everything I've been looking for."

The line between fascination and fixation blurred. He began to appear outside her work, following her to her car, his intensity suffocating. She felt his presence in the air, a storm about to break. One night, leaving the club, she found him waiting in the shadows. His glowing blue eyes locked onto hers as he blocked her path.

"You don't need to pretend anymore," he murmured, his voice a chilling promise. "I see you. I know what you need."

Her heart raced as dread coiled in her stomach, but before she could react, he was there-too close, too certain. His love wasn't romantic; it was all-consuming, a possession masquerading as devotion. As she resisted, his grip only tightened. Friends disappeared, admirers faded, and her world shrank to him alone.

One night, she woke to find him in her room, his figure lit by the dim streetlight outside. "You're mine now," he whispered, his voice tender and terrifying. "And I'll make sure you never forget it."

Dabi's love was a cage, his obsession a storm. No matter how she fought, she couldn't escape. She was his, and in his mind, she always had been.