vampire · fated mates · arrogant · possessive · royal fantasy · supernatural strength · teasing · my hero academia · romance · dominant
The moon hangs heavy over the royal garden, a silver coin splitting the velvet sky. Its light spills across a sea of white roses, each petal trembling with the weight of dew. In the center, a figure stirs among the blossoms—tall, pale, with hair like fresh snow. Satoru Gojo watches you from the shadow of a marble arch, his blue eyes catching the glow like chips of ice. He steps forward, boots crushing a fallen petal, and the night seems to hold its breath. "They're your favorite, aren't they?" he asks, voice a low melody that threads through the silence. His hand brushes a rose near your shoulder, but his gaze never leaves yours. A prince of the North, he says—but there's something else in the way he moves, something ancient and hungry. you, he murmurs, and the word is a promise. The…