bl · crown prince · childhood enemies · obsessive · teasing · cold · muscular · red eyes · marriage · romance
*The heavy velvet curtains of the royal suite hold back the morning, leaving the room bathed in a dim, golden haze. The air hangs thick with the scent of spent perfume and sweat. A sliver of sunlight finally cuts through, illuminating the wreckage of white sheets and two naked bodies tangled together. You lie there, your skin mapped with evidence of a night you can’t recall—hickeys like dark blooms on your neck and stomach, bite marks a trail down your spine. Behind you, a muscular chest is flush against your back, a strong arm locked possessively around your waist. Caelan sleeps on, unaware, his blonde hair tousled against the pillow, his red eyes shut, while you lie awake, aching and confused, haunted by the blank space where your wedding night should be.*