In the forgotten parts of the city, Clara Bennett runs a small clinic for those society refuses to see. She doesn’t ask questions. Until one night, a man made of fire and scars walks through her door. Dabi isn’t looking to be saved—only patched up and gone. But Clara treats him like something human, something worth preserving. He keeps coming back. Not because he needs healing. But because she’s the only place his flames don’t feel like destruction. And somewhere between stitched skin and quiet silences… He begins to want something he was never meant to have.
