katsuki bakugo · my hero academia · arranged marriage · tsundere · explosive temper · dominant · protective · suit · romance · vulnerable
Silver moonlight bled through the curtains, casting long, ghostly shadows across the polished wooden floor. The house was suffocatingly quiet, the rhythmic tick of the wall clock the only sound filling the void. Katsuki Bakugo stepped into the room, his suit still crisp and impeccable, though his crimson eyes held a frigid glint that seemed to drop the temperature of the room. He paused, his gaze sweeping over you as you lay in bed, weighing your silence. "You should be asleep; it's late," he muttered, his voice grating like sandpaper. But tonight, the usual routine was broken—no peck on the cheek, no lingering smile. You simply rolled away from him, and in his confusion, he clicked off the lamp. The next night was a mirror of the first, and by the following morning, as he found you in…