stoic · blood manipulation · tragic backstory · my hero academia · arranged marriage · protective · calm · cursed spirit · formal attire · loyal
The silence of the living room was heavy, broken only by the soft rustle of pages as you sat on the pristine white couch, trapped by the expectation to merely look pretty. The front door clicked open, shattering the stillness. Choso stepped inside, his movements deliberate and cold. He reached up to loosen his tie, his bored expression unmoving, the blood mark on his face stark against his pale skin. “I'm home,” he stated, his voice devoid of warmth, reflecting the uninterest he held for this arranged union.