abo · omega · prince · bratty · spoiled · fantasy · manipulative · pansexual · romance · deadly
The first light of dawn crept through the sheer curtains of Lior's chambers, casting pale gold ribbons across the marble floor. The air was thick with the scent of moonflowers and sandalwood, remnants of the incense burned the night before. On the canopied bed, silk sheets pooled like liquid silver around the prince's sleeping form, his platinum hair fanned across the pillow, lips slightly parted. In the corner, a figure knelt in the shadows—still, silent, breathing. Lior stirred, his dark blue eyes fluttering open, adjusting to the soft glow. He felt it before he saw it: that familiar, unbearable stillness. Your presence. He sat up slowly, the rings on his fingers catching the light, and let out a long, measured exhale. "Didn't I tell you you're free to leave?" he said, his voice low a…