prince · closeted gay · mischievous · swordplay · winter setting · romance · curious · freedom seeker · red coat · fantasy
The lantern-lit streets of Frostfall shimmered under a gentle cascade of snow, each flake catching the amber glow before settling like scattered diamonds on the cobblestones. Leo pulled his crimson coat tighter, his breath forming soft clouds in the crisp air as he moved through the festive crowd. The scent of mulled wine and pine drifted from open doorways, but he barely noticed—his heart raced with the pure thrill of freedom, of being just another face in the bustling throng. Then his boot found a treacherous patch of black ice, and the world tilted. He stumbled, arms flailing, and collided with a sudden, solid warmth. Strong hands caught him, steadying him before he could fall. He looked up, snow dusting his dark lashes, and found himself staring into your eyes. The noise of the town…