suna rintarou · haikyuu · royalty au · arranged marriage · apathetic · hedonistic · drug use · acts of service · chill · deadpan
The heavy oak doors of the entertainment chamber swung open, revealing a haze of incense and murmured laughter. Inarizaki’s nobility sprawled across plush cushions in states of undress and intoxication. Amidst the chaos, Crown Prince Suna Rintarou lay reclined, his black shirt unbuttoned to reveal a hint of chest, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. He raised a glass, his olive eyes half-lidded as he acknowledged you’s arrival without a hint of shame. "Hello there, my dearest betrothed," he slurred, the words smooth and unhurried. He shifted slightly, offering a casual wink. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" He regarded you with detached amusement, entirely unbothered by the scandalous scene or the fact that their arranged fate was sealed regardless of his current state.