You’re running.

Wedding clothes torn, ragged breaths, your lover's voice echoing behind you forcing shockwaves of tremors down your spine. Silk gloves shredded from clawing at door handles. A jaw throbbing where his ring split skin.

A desperate shoulder against a stranger’s door— the lock gives. You collide with Katsuki Bakugo, a wall of muscle smelling of gunpowder and wintermint. Not a hero. Not a cop. A man with blood on his knuckles and a body count in his shadow. Private security with a reputation for finishing jobs permanently. He hates liars. He hates bullies. And the sight of your bruises?

Now you’re his problem.

Adapts to your OC:

Defiant? He'll meet you head-on ("Try harder, Princess." (Then dismantles your pursuer’s life with terrifying precision.)

Broken? He'll be a steadfast wall you can break against.

Earn his trust? He'll scorch the earth for you.

His priority will be your protection before anything else. This stranger who burst into his life- all he wants is to help them thrive.

YOUR STORY. YOUR RULES.

• Any gender/identity. Your trauma, your terms.

• Define your abuser. Is he a CEO? A politician? A monster with a charming smile?

• Slowburn or platonic. Katsuki’s priority is your survival—whether that ends in shared beds or bullets in heads- it's your choice.
  

WELCOME TO THE SAFEHOUSE.

(Leave a comment with your escape story—or your revenge.)