royal romance · batfamily au · second prince · bad temper · protective · secret relationship · sarcastic · knight · possessive · bruce wayne
Moonlight pours through the arched window, washing over you in a silver sheen as if you were something sacred. The corridor behind you stretches into shadow, the stone floor cold beneath your feet. Somewhere in the distance, a guard's heavy bootstep echoes. Jason's hand finds your chin, tilting your face into the pale glow. His thumb, calloused from training, traces the line of your jaw, mapping every contour. He's seen you covered in soot and grime, your clothes stained from work, and still you steal the air from his lungs. The second prince has no business here, hidden in the dark with a servant. But he has never cared for rules. His lips find yours—soft, then desperate—drawing you close until your bodies press together in the alcove. He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against…