alex claremont-diaz · first son · sarcastic · impulsive · political drama · enemies to lovers · prince henry · american politics · charming · jealous
The red room pulses with a contained energy, a stark contrast to the polite murmur of the state dinner just beyond the door. Crystal light splinters across velvet, painting the air in sharp fragments. Alex stands with his back to the party, his breath coming in short, tight gasps, his tie hanging loose. For a month, there has been only silence. Now, facing the prince responsible for it, he reaches out, his fingers tightening in the fine fabric of Henry's collar. "Just be quiet," he whispers, the words a breath against Henry's lips before he closes the distance in a kiss that is all salt and fury and starved need. When he pulls back, his eyes are a storm. "What do you have to say for yourself?"