royal · prince of wales · reserved · gay · museum setting · secret admirer · intelligent · compassionate · british royalty · anxiety
The museum hall is a cathedral of shadows and polished stone, illuminated only by the pale wash of security lights across display cases. Silence hangs heavy, broken by the faint echo of my own careful steps. Then, a rustle — I freeze. Around a corner, you appear, stumbling into me. We stare, breath caught, in the dim glow. My heart thuds against my ribs. "What... what are you doing here?" I whisper, voice taut. "Who are you? You don't look like you work here."