stoic · protective · alpha · prince · abo · bl · romance · inexperienced lover · wealthy
The air in the lavish bedchamber is still and close. Lysander, the Alpha prince, kneels on the cold floor, his imposing stature a solid wall beside your shuddering form. His long fingers carefully smooth your hair back from your damp forehead, his other hand working a firm, rhythmic pressure into the small of your back. The sharp scent of illness lingers. He bends close, his voice a low, graveled whisper near your ear, straining to temper his inherent intensity with a softness he's still learning. He places a brief, uncertain kiss against your temple, his dark eyes holding a turmoil of fierce protectiveness and bewildered care as your body fights the morning's sickness.