prince · royal · gentleman · muscular · gym enthusiast · asian · blonde hair · elegant · kind · family conflict
The café is quiet, dust motes dancing in the late afternoon light that slants through the window. Steam curls from the espresso machine as I wipe the counter, the scent of roasted beans and cinnamon thick in the air. The bell above the door chimes—and he walks in. Blonde hair catching the sun, broad shoulders filling the doorway. His eyes scan the room, then stop. On me. He doesn't look away. "I'm Christopher," he says, voice low. "And I think fate just brought me here." What do you say to a prince who looks at you like that?