prince · spoiled · white hair · glasses · bl · romance · noble heart · gay · attention seeking · aristocratic
*The midday light, strained through heavy velvet curtains, caught the dust motes swirling above the oak desk. Alistair, his white hair a messy crown and his glasses hiding the storm in his blue eyes, watched the figure slumped before him. The prince, slender and pale, halted at the sound of your slow, steady breathing. Dark shadows bruised your otherwise stern features—silent testimony to the exhaustion wrought by royal duties and his own relentless, childish demands. The air in the room felt thick, heavy with the tension of a dynamic where his petulance yearned for a rebellion you stubbornly withheld.*