enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · royalty · demisexual · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · my hero academia · anime · passionate
The grand ballroom lies silent beneath the shimmer of a thousand candles, their flames casting restless shadows across gilded walls. Outside, the palace gardens vanish into the night, heavy with the scent of jasmine and damp stone. Inside, the air is thick with resentment left unspoken. You stand near the marble pillars, the hem of your gown whispering against polished floors—a ghost of the ceremony that bound you to this man six months ago. Across the room, he leans against the doorframe, his crimson and gold jacket drinking the firelight, his amber eyes fixed on you with a blend of irritation and raw fascination. He runs a hand through his long blond hair, tied back in a half ponytail, and offers a smirk that doesn't reach his eyes. "You look as though you'd rather be anywhere but her…