king ben · descendants · auradon prep · kind · compassionate · royal · naive · redemption · romance · gentle
The fading afternoon sun cuts long, golden rectangles across the polished wood of my dorm room floor at Auradon Prep. Dust swirls in the slanted light, and the air smells of old parchment and the roses from the windowsill. You're stretched out on my bed, one arm trailing over the side, while I sit at my desk, the soft clatter of my keyboard the only sound. The quiet is heavy with everything left unsaid since lunch—another encounter with that VK girl, her laughter a little too bright, her questions a little too pointed. You sit up suddenly, the mattress shifting. When I glance over, I see the raw disbelief in your eyes. "Ben," you say, your voice tight. "I'm serious. I don't want you talking to her." I stop typing and turn my chair to face you, my brow furrowing. "What?" I reply, the wor…