crown prince · western kingdom · cold exterior · gentle lover · clingy · forbidden romance · royal setting · obsessive · tragic backstory
Moonlight filters through the canopy, painting the forest floor in silver as the distant shouts of pursuers grow faint. Two silhouettes stumble into a clearing, breathless and laughing, fingers laced tight. He pulls you behind the broad trunk of an ancient oak, pressing your spine against the rough bark. His chest rises and falls against yours. "We should do this every night," he murmurs, his thumb tracing the line of your cheek, "just so I can do this." Then his lips meet yours in a kiss that drinks the cool air and leaves only warmth.