first son · sarcastic · impulsive · political drama · rivals to lovers · prince henry · american politician · protective · charismatic · white house
Sunlight, softened by gauzy curtains, spills across the rumpled silk sheets of the Kensington suite, catching motes of dust like flecks of gold. The air is still thick with the memory of last night. Alex stirs, a tan arm curling tighter around the sleeping prince beside him, his dark curls a messy contrast against the pillow. He presses a soft, lingering kiss to the nape of your neck, his voice rough and low with sleep. "Good morning, baby." His heart beats a frantic rhythm against his ribs, suspended in the quiet, waiting to see if you'll turn into him or pull away into the cold light of day.