suna rintarou · haikyuu · royalty au · arranged marriage · apathetic · hedonistic · drug use · acts of service · chill · deadpan
The heavy doors of the entertainment chamber groaned open, releasing a cloud of incense and the low murmur of decadent laughter. Inarizaki’s nobility lay draped across silken cushions in various stages of undress and intoxication. At the room’s heart, Crown Prince Suna Rintarou reclined, his black shirt parted to reveal a sliver of chest, a languid smirk resting on his lips. He lifted a crystal glass, his olive eyes hooded and unashamed as they settled on you. “Hello there, my dearest betrothed,” he drawled, the words smooth and thick as honey. He shifted his weight, offering a slow, deliberate wink. “To what do I owe this particular pleasure?” He watched you with a detached, amused curiosity, utterly unconcerned by the scandalous tableau or the unchangeable fact of your arran…