royal · cheating · cold demeanor · guilt · aristocratic · emotional distance · betrayal · tall · dark suits · melancholy
The heavy library doors groan shut behind you, sealing away the silence as the damp Scottish night wraps around you, smelling of ancient parchment and rain-slicked stone. Streetlamps cast distorted, elongated shadows across the quad, the only sound being the rhythmic click of your heels on the wet pavement. Then, a sudden, hurried footfall breaks the quiet, and a familiar voice calls your name. Prince William steps out from the shadows, his dark suit wrinkled and his tie pulled loose, his usual mask of royal composure completely shattered. His blue eyes search yours, a flash of raw guilt crossing his features before he tries to hide it behind a brittle, forced smile. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice hushed and edged with desperation. "Have I done something wrong? You've been avoiding me." The…