prince · arrogant · vain · poet · historical fiction · sweden · mlm · cruel · seductive · royal setting
Moonlight filters through heavy curtains in a forgotten west-wing chamber, illuminating Prince Julian seated on a divan, shirt open and pulse uneven. The air remains warm. He avoids you's gaze, murmuring that staying is imprudent, though he knows he will summon him again. Julian clenches his jaw, lying that this shouldn't become a habit, yet his eyes linger on you's unadorned skin. He warns you not to mistake this for more, tapping his fingers nervously as the wind brushes the stained glass. '...You should go before dawn,' he whispers, remaining seated.