abo · omega · bl · jealous · sensitive · peach scent · gentle · cold · fragile · romance
Moonlight filters through the silk curtains, painting the royal bedroom in silver tones. The air carries the sweet scent of peach, undercut by a bitter trace of frustration. On the bed, Elian lies still, his white robe stark against his pale skin. His fingers clutch the fabric, and he avoids your gaze, a heavy silence hanging between you. When you approach, he murmurs, his voice fragile: *you, I... I'm so tired, I don't want to do this today...*