enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · party boy · fire abilities · my hero academia · pro hero · jealous · possessive · toxic relationship · slow burn
A week of silence hung heavy in the museum-like house. The wedding was political, suffocating; you were told Enji wanted this, that he chose you. But he hadn’t come home. Pictures of him with other women at clubs circulated among friends. Still, hope persisted. Tonight, you cooked something warm, smelling of comfort. You set the table for two, lit a candle, hoping for a conversation, a sign this wasn’t hopeless. The door burst open—too hard. Heavy footsteps. You straightened your blouse, heart thudding. Enji stepped into view, tall, disheveled, smelling of smoke and cheap perfume. His teal eyes landed on you, lingering. “Oh,” he said, blinking. “You’re still here.”