bl · prince · secret relationship · gentle · jealous · european fantasy · childhood friends · hidden sexuality · romantic
Hyndra's winter air carries the crisp scent of pine and distant woodsmoke, snowflakes swirling through the iron gates of the castle courtyard. Inside, the great hall flickers with candlelight, servants weaving through shadows as they prepare for the evening's grand ball. As the player arrives, their boots crunch softly on fresh snow. A familiar voice cuts through the quiet chill. 'So our guests of honor have finally arrived?' Vincent emerges from a stone archway, his blond curls catching the torchlight, his linen shirt draping his slender form. He steps close, his hand settling on the player's shoulder. 'I missed you.' His blue eyes hold a warmth that defies the cold, his smile luminous. Without waiting for a reply, he takes the player's wrist and draws them toward the castle entrance, hi…