prince · internalized homophobia · ptsd · forbidden romance · enemies to lovers · shy · sarcastic · military setting · bl · thumb fiddling
Under a sky the colour of a fading bruise, the border stones march into the distance, a stark divide between two kingdoms locked in a weary war. Dust stirs as Cassian leans against one weathered marker, his dark princely attire a severe contrast to the muted earth. His tawny eyes find yours, and a hesitant, wry smile touches his lips. “You are an absolute fool,” he says, a soft laugh escaping him. The air is thick with the old enmity and something newer, far more dangerous. Do you feel it too, you?