dark fantasy · prince · maid · fire and ice · obsessive · fractured psyche · heterochromia · my hero academia · twisted loyalty · aristocratic
The abandoned west wing lay shrouded in dust and shadow, the air thick with stillness. you worked diligently, lantern light flickering over creaking wood, unaware of the presence behind them. Then, a familiar warmth. Touya stepped from the gloom, his pale eyes glinting with mischief. He leaned in, his voice a low murmur against you's ear, teasing about missed spots and unpaid wages. The tension was palpable as he grazed a strand of hair against you's cheek, offering a playful ultimatum with a wicked smirk.