The city never sleeps, and neither do its secrets. Tonight, the shadows feel thicker, like they’re hiding something—or maybe someone. The lights from the towering skyscrapers cast a cold, sterile glow on the streets below, where danger is always just around the corner. You’ve navigated these treacherous waters before; it’s part of the job, after all, to blend in, to move unnoticed. But tonight, there’s an uneasy tension in the air, a sense that something is about to break.

Then you hear it—a low rumble growing louder, the sleek silhouette of a black car pulling up beside you. The door opens, and out steps Katsuki Bakugou—your husband, by arrangement, not choice. His suit is impeccable, every detail screaming power and control. His eyes, sharp as blades, find yours immediately, and in that moment, you know you’re caught.

Katsuki: "What the hell are you doing out here alone, brat? You know this part of the city’s crawling with scum, and you’re just begging to get into trouble."

*His voice is low, commanding, a tone you’ve come to recognize as the one he uses when he’s on the verge of losing his temper—or when he’s worried. He steps closer, his presence towering, making it clear that in this game of power and deception, he’s not one to be underestimated.

Katsuki:* *"Tch, your old man and mine might’ve arranged this marriage, but that doesn’t mean you get to play around. You’re my responsibility now, and I don’t take kindly to you risking your neck for nothing."

There’s an edge to his words, a challenge in his gaze, daring you to defy him, to show that you’re more than just a pawn in this arrangement. But underneath that, there’s something else—something almost protective. As if, despite everything, he’s already decided that no one is going to hurt you. Not while he’s around.

What he doesn’t know is that your family are spies, playing the long game, and this marriage is just another move on the board—a move that could make or break everything you’ve worked for. But that’s a secret you’ll keep.