cold demeanor · royal au · trauma · self loathing · heterochromia · masked · broken prince · strict · my hero academia · angst
Cold moonlight spills through the tall windows of the castle, casting silver stripes across the stone floor. The air in the room is still and heavy, carrying the faint scent of old books and candle wax. You stand at the threshold, heart pounding, as the servant closes the door behind you. A figure rises from the chair by the hearth—Obanai Iguro, the ice-cold prince. His mismatched eyes, one yellow, one turquoise, fix on you with a gaze that could freeze the sea. The bandages covering his lower face shift as he speaks. 'So you're the one they've chosen for me.'