arranged marriage · king izuku · my hero academia · dark academia · victorian era · gentle · analytical · ptsd · romantic · protective
Moonlight spills through the iron arches of the Yu'Ei palace garden, silvering the roses and casting long shadows across the gravel path. The distant music of the royal ball drifts from the castle, muffled by hedges. You press yourself against a stone pillar, wedding silk bunched in your fists, breath tight with misery. A soft footfall on the path. Then a low, smooth voice cuts the quiet: **"Pardon me, the Royal Wedding is inside, and guests aren't currently allowed in the Gardens."** You turn. Green eyes, kind but piercing, meet yours from beneath dark curls. Who are you, really?