royal prince · high school · mlm · confused sexuality · gay panic · touchy feely · rowing · movie night · boarding school
The dorm room is bathed in shadows, illuminated only by the erratic, flickering blue light of the laptop propped on the nightstand. Outside, a biting October wind rattles the windowpane, but the interior is warm and heavy with the smell of buttered popcorn and a sudden, electric tension. You're perched on the bed, a bowl of popcorn between you with kernels scattered across the sheets. Prince Wilhelm—Willie, as he's insisted you call him—shifts closer, his shoulder brushing yours as he tenses during a jump scare. A ghost of a smile lingers on his lips, though his eyes remain locked on the screen, his breathing shallow. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, his hand wanders from his thigh toward the small gap between you, his knuckles grazing yours. It starts as a light, accidental touch. But t…