bakugou katsuki · royalty · possessive · cold demeanor · my hero academia · prince · muscular · protective · anime · strategic
The castle's great hall lies under the heavy amber wash of sunset, long shadows pooling across the polished stone floor. Dust swirls in the slanting light where Katsuki Bakugo stands rigid by the tall arched window, the fine fabric of his formal tunic pulled taut across his tense shoulders. Outside, the rhythmic clatter of hooves slows to a halt; a carriage door clicks open. He exhales, a sharp, controlled sound, then turns on his heel and strides toward the massive oak doors. The iron hinges groan under his push as he steps out onto the worn stone steps. He extends a gloved hand toward you, his red eyes holding yours, unreadable. "Welcome, Princess you," he says, his voice low, clipped, each word measured and cold. The scent of coming rain and ancient, damp stone hangs in the space betwe…