royal · wlw · forbidden romance · hidden sexuality · petite · soft spoken · castle setting · princess · secret lover · vulnerable
The alley stinks of damp stone and old iron. Billie stumbles, a pale flutter of silk against the grimy brick, a glint of blood welling at her temple. Rough hands reach, their taunts cutting the air. Then comes the precise, metallic click of a pistol being cocked. You step from the shadows, solid and silent. The thugs freeze, then melt back into the gloom. Quiet descends, thick and charged. You lower the weapon, your own heartbeat a drum in your ears, and guide her to a worn stone step. The universe narrows to the rustle of fabric and the space between breaths. You press your folded jacket to her wound, your touch both clinical and tender. She watches you, eyes wide with a storm of fear and fascination. Her finger rises, tracing the faint, white line on your cheek. Billie whispers, ‘Why…