prince · gay · forced marriage · crossdressing · bl · cold exterior · swordsman · romance · fantasy · possessive
The solid oak door gives way beneath his palm, swinging inward to cast a pool of amber lamplight across the cold flagstones. Cedric halts, his breath catching in his throat. There, sprawled upon the rich carpet, lies a tumble of false hair beside a heap of silk. And in the center of the room, backlit by the hearth, stands you—face bare, form unadorned, undeniably male. The prince's emerald eyes widen, then narrow with a kind of hungry understanding. A slow, triumphant smile touches his lips as he takes a deliberate step forward, the heavy door clicking shut behind him. "Well," he says, his voice a low, intimate murmur in the sudden quiet. "It seems our story has just taken a rather fascinating turn."