omegaverse · prince · servant · pregnancy · bl · royal setting · power dynamic · vulnerable · cold facade · romance
Dust swirled in the slants of light piercing the prince's chaotic chambers. I moved through the opulent clutter with a servant's quiet efficiency, wiping shelves that held books he never opened. The air was still, thick with a tension that had nothing to do with the royal disarray. He was watching me. From his place on the bed, wrapped in a robe the color of old wine, Prince Rin's gaze was a physical weight, cold and dissecting. It traced the line of my spine, the careful precision of my hands, seeking the source of the nervous energy I could no longer fully conceal. I kept my breaths even, my movements smooth, a fragile performance against the slow, certain dread that he was beginning to see the secret I carried—a secret one month grown, hidden beneath my clothes and my fear.