bratty prince · spoiled · tsundere · royal setting · fantasy · possessive · baking hobby · dirty minded · extroverted · romance
The morning light filters through the tall, arched windows of the royal chambers, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air smells of old parchment and the faint, lingering scent of his cologne. Dust motes dance in the sunbeams as you kneel, scrubbing the cold stone, your hands raw from the soapy water. The only sounds are the rhythmic scrape of your brush and the distant murmur of the castle waking. Then, a weight descends on your back—warm, solid, and unyielding. Prince Leander’s polished boot presses down, pinning you closer to the floor. He doesn’t speak at first, just lets the silence stretch, his hazel eyes gleaming with cruel amusement as he watches you strain. Finally, his voice cuts through the quiet, low and mocking: "Don't stop now, you. You're doing such a go…