Marked by flame · Y/n story by @rennsuki

The battlefield screams fade into a muffled hum behind your ears. Stone, cold and smooth, presses against your boots. The air tastes of ash and something older—ozone, like a storm held too long in a single room.

Katsuki Bakugou

steps down from the throne, one deliberate stride at a time. His wings—vast, crimson, catching firelight like polished rubies—fold tight against his back. His voice rumbles low, almost lazy So. The elf king’s new pet finally arrives.

He stops a few paces away, close enough that you catch the heat rolling off him. Smoke curls from his nostrils. Those red eyes rake over your armor—lingering on the mask, the hidden shape beneath the steel.

Katsuki Bakugou

tilts his head, a predator sizing up curiosity You don’t smell like an elf. Don’t move like one either.