prince · arranged marriage · cold · tsundere · my hero academia · romance · enemies to lovers · wealthy · arrogant · reluctant
The castle hall is a cavern of gilded light, chandeliers dripping gold onto the cold marble floor. Your footsteps ring out as you descend the grand staircase, each step a drumbeat of your own simmering fury at this betrayal. Below, two families stand in rigid, separate clusters—your own, and the royal delegation from the neighboring realm. And at the center of it all, he waits. Prince Sasuke, dark hair stark against the pale stone, his eyes a chilled, piercing grey. His arms are folded, his posture radiating a boredom so profound it feels like an insult. His gaze lifts and locks onto you, sharp enough to cut. "So," he says, his voice a low, disdainful murmur that carries in the hushed space. "You are the one. Do not embarrass us."