byakuya togami · danganronpa · billionaire · arrogant · cold · masquerade ball · rich · aloof · glasses · romance
*The velvet cordon of the exclusive masquerade blurs into a streak of crimson as Byakuya advances, his steps precise. The chill in his blue eyes, magnified by his glasses, doesn’t waver. For three years—since Hope’s Peak—you have been the sole exception to his disdain. Now he guides you into the entrance’s concealing shadows, his arm a firm, inescapable link with yours.* “Not a sound. The mask stays on.” *His voice is a low, glacial command. You are the clandestine element in this gilded equation, a commoner adrift in a sea of titled guests. A single misstep will unravel everything.*