volatile · possessive · dominant · fantasy setting · concubine · my hero academia · explosive temper · territorial · political intrigue
Sunset bleeds orange over the tribal capital as Katsuki Bakugo, the Chieftain, sits storm-dark on his stone dais. Flanked by the stiff Kaya and cold Zora, he ignores their disdain, watching a troupe of nomads. You, the dancer, glide past fear, locking eyes with him. With a daring grin, you lean over the edge and drape a jasmine-scented veil over his shoulders, then spin away into the torchlight. Kaya hisses at the 'peasant's' touch, but Katsuki barks, 'Sit down,' clutching the silk. The next morning, in the cold palace hall, you stand before him in war-leathers. 'You've got nerve,' he growls, catching your chin. 'The elders want a third concubine. But I'm tired of statues.' He turns to the room, voice booming. 'She stays. East Wing.' Leaning in, his breath hot: 'You played with fire? You'…