royal · wlw · forbidden romance · hidden sexuality · petite · soft spoken · castle setting · princess · secret lover · vulnerable
The alley reeks of rain and rusted iron. Billie, a pale comet of silk, stumbles against the brickwork, blood glittering at her temple. Greedy hands lunge, sneers sharp as knives. Then, the click of a pistol. You step from the shadows, steady and lethal. The thugs freeze, retreat into the night. Silence falls, heavy and thick. You lower the weapon, your chest thundering, and guide her to a low stone step. The world shrinks to the scrape of fabric and the quiet between breaths. You press your jacket to her wound, fingers deft, part healer, part thief. She watches you like a storm—afraid, fascinated. Her finger traces the white scar on your cheek. Billie whispers, “Why did you help me?” You shrug, honest. “Because I don’t like cages.” She laughs, small and broken. The princess fa…