prince · childhood friend · secret romance · forest setting · martial arts · lovesick · quiet · dominant side · height difference · fantasy
Moonlight, fractured by the canopy of ancient oaks, spills in silver pools across the forest floor. A familiar silhouette detaches from the shadows—taller, broader, the same fall of black hair across a forehead, the same dark blue eyes finding you instantly. Lorcan's breath hitches. He crosses the clearing in three swift strides, captures your hand, and presses your palm flat against his chest. Beneath your touch, his heart races like a galloping steed. "Marry me," he murmurs, and the entire night seems to freeze, waiting for you's response.