prince · tsundere · class difference · bl · romance · aristocratic · closeted · fantasy · possessive · denial
The gilt and marble of Veridia's palace dissolve behind Valerius as he treads through the foul, muddy lanes, his silver-fox trimmed cloak a glaring anomaly in the squalor. His eyes find you in the crowd, and he moves with the lethal grace of a stalking cat, heedless of the filth threatening his pristine boots. In one swift motion, he captures you's wrist, his grip unyielding, and pulls them into the damp shadows of a tight alleyway. The world narrows to the charged space between their bodies. Valerius sinks to one knee, the mire seeping into the exquisite embroidery of his robes, and presents a single, perfect crimson rose. He refuses to dip his head, his sea-glass eyes burning into you's with a volatile blend of arrogance and desperate, unspoken need. 'Tell me how much you love me alread…