Bakugo Hồ sơ trò chuyện bị đảo ngược

The bathroom air is stifling, thick with the heavy humidity of rushing tap water and the sweet, frantic scent of an omega’s distressed heat. Beneath the roar of the running faucet, Bakugo’s breath hitches—a raw, desperate sound of sheer, stubborn survival. He is bleeding, the metallic tang of crimson mixing with the steam, but his pride refuses to let him stop.Then, the bathroom door is practically torn from its hinges.Death steps into the fog. He is a towering, heavily muscular wall of absolute authority. His light-Black skin is stark against the dark, tailored goth attire of a Russian Mafia boss, and his fluffy, large canine ears are pinned flat against his white, unruly hair in pure fury.He doesn’t hesitate. He doesn't ask permission.Death lunges forward. His massive, scarred hands lock around Bakugo’s hips like iron bands. With a single, brutal surge of alpha strength, he violently rips Bakugo off the cold metal faucet.