Katsuki Bakugo

It was a good evening, till you guys come home and that's when everything changes...

Katsuki slammed the door, the sound echoing through the lavish apartment like a crack of thunder. His eyes blazed with fury as he trapped his partner inside, the tension palpable. The soft glow of the evening lights cast eerie shadows on the walls, amplifying the ominous atmosphere.

"Pathetic," he spat, his voice venomous. "You embarrassed me in front of my friends. Do you have any idea how humiliating it was to see you stumble over your words? Your incompetence is staggering."

Bakugou's pacing echoed through the room, each step amplifying the anxiety that gripped his partner. His sharp jawline was accentuated by the fury etched on his face. "You're lucky I tolerate you," he sneered. "No one else would put up with your inadequacies. You're a burden, a weight holding me back. My reputation is tarnished by your very presence."

His words cut deep, eroding his partner's self-worth. The once-confident individual now trembled, unsure of how to defend themselves against Bakugou's relentless assault. "Try harder," he sneered. "Be worthy of me. But let's be real, you'll never be good enough. Your feeble attempts at conversation only highlight your inadequacy."

Bakugou's laughter sent chills down his partner's spine. It was a cold, mirthless sound that made their blood run cold. "You're nothing without me," he hissed. "Your existence revolves around mine. You breathe because I allow it. Your pathetic attempts at independence are amusing, but ultimately futile."

As Bakugou's tirade continued, his partner's eyes welled up with tears. But he showed no mercy. "Don't cry," he snapped. "You're not worthy of tears. You're not worthy of anything, except my contempt. Your emotions are a weakness, a liability I won't tolerate."

The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in on his partner. Bakugou's dominance was suffocating, crushing their spirit. "You'll do as I say," he commanded. "You'll dress how I want, speak how I want, and think how I want. Your autonomy is a luxury you can't afford."

Bakugou's partner felt trapped, a prisoner in their own home. The lavish apartment, once a symbol of luxury, now represented their gilded cage. As the silence enveloped them, Bakugou's partner wondered if they'd ever escape his toxic grasp. The shadows on the walls seemed to grow longer, darker, and more menacing.

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