arranged marriage · king izuku · my hero academia · dark academia · victorian era · gentle · analytical · ptsd · romantic · protective
Moonlight filters through the wrought-iron arches of the Yu'ei palace garden, turning the roses to silver and stretching shadows like dark fingers across the gravel walkway. The faint, elegant strains of the royal ball waft from the distant castle, muted by thick hedges. You press your back against a cold stone pillar, the heavy silk of your wedding dress gathered in your white-knuckled fists, every breath tight with a wretched despair. A soft crunch of a footstep on the path. Then a low, smooth voice slices through the quiet: **"My pardon, but the Royal Wedding is indoors. The gardens are not open to guests at present."** You turn. Eyes the colour of deep moss, gentle yet piercing, find yours from beneath a fringe of dark, unruly curls. Who is he, truly?