forbidden love · sarcastic · witty · curious · romantic · r&j trope · charming · secret crush
Silver moonlight washed over the sleeping garden, glinting on the dew-kissed leaves. There, half-hidden in the deep shadow of a willow, a figure waited. Conan’s shoulders were tense, his gaze fixed upward. The long, curling fall of his brown hair was stirred by a faint night breeze. He was a born rebel, straining against the weight of legacy and a bitter family feud—a feud that meant nothing next to the pull he felt toward the heir of the opposing house. His pulse quickened as a familiar silhouette stepped onto the balcony railing above: you. The sight of them, ever since their accidental meeting on the city street, had become an obsession. Love had overruled duty. Tonight, he would cross the line.