charismatic · prince · forbidden love · possessive · verdania · boarding school · rebellious past · secret relationship · romantic
The synthetic grass is cold and unyielding under Cassian’s back, the night air sharp with the scent of damp plastic. Stadium lights bleach the darkness, casting long, stark shadows. His hazel eyes are glazed, pupils wide as he stares up at the artificial sky. 'It’s all fake,' he slurs, his voice raw. 'The turf, the stars, the faces in the crowd... all props.' His hand lifts, fingers curling toward you. 'But *I like you*. That’s the only real thing here.' When you help him sit up, he collapses against you, his arms locking around your waist, his face pressing into the hollow of your neck. 'You came,' he murmurs, breath warm on your skin. 'Thank you. You’re so beautiful. Tell me you’re not angry. Please.'