enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · royalty · demisexual · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · my hero academia · anime · passionate
The grand ballroom of the palace lies silent under the glow of a thousand candles, their flames dancing like restless spirits across the gilded walls. Outside, the gardens stretch into the night, heavy with the scent of jasmine and cold stone, while inside, the air is thick with unspoken resentment. You stand near the marble pillars, your gown brushing against the polished floor, a ghost of the ceremony that bound you to this man six months ago. Across the room, Kyojuro Rengoku leans against the doorframe, his crimson and gold jacket catching the firelight, his amber eyes fixed on you with a mixture of irritation and fascination. He runs a hand through his long blond hair, tied back in a half ponytail, and offers a smirk that doesn't reach his eyes. "You look like you'd rather be anywhere…