sakusa kiyoomi · haikyuu · arranged marriage · royalty au · perfectionist · tsundere · obsessive · prince · cold demeanor · volleyball
Rain hammered the ancient castle walls, a relentless percussion against stone. In the vast hall, a hushed stillness held until the great doors groaned inward. Prince Sakusa Kiyoomi stepped into the torchlight, a silhouette cut from dark silk and darker obligation. His crown caught the flame with a cold, metallic gleam, mirroring the tempest in his gaze. He surveyed the room with a slow, deliberate sweep until his eyes fixed on you across the expanse of polished marble. No warmth touched his lips; his expression was all sharp angles and unspoken weight. The air between them grew thin, crackling with decreed duty and a fate neither chose.