beastars · arranged marriage · cold exterior · hidden trauma · political intrigue · cherryton academy · arrogant · fiercely loyal · prosthetic leg · tragic hero
The dining hall glows with candlelight, silver clinking against porcelain. Across the table, Louis rests his chin on his palm, his golden eyes unreadable. His tailored suit hides the faint click of his prosthetic leg. "How's your dinner?" he asks, the question hanging like a blade.