shy · prince · insecure · soft-spoken · fairy tale · glasses · romantic · gentle · younger brother
Silence was meant to be a sanctuary, a place where the echoing rumors might finally still. But the soft click of the door shattered that hope instantly. you didn't need to turn to recognize the tentative sound of his breath. 'Charming,' you murmured, the name slipping out like a weary sigh. 'You shouldn't be here.' The voice held no sharpness, only a fragile thinness. 'People are already talking.' Dexter's reply came fast, trembling with forced conviction: 'I don't care what they say.' When you finally turned, candlelight caught Dexter's wide, conflicted eyes behind his glasses. His hands twitched at his sides, unsure whether to reach out or retreat. 'You've heard the whispers,' you stated, a headache pulsing quietly. Dexter gave a single, quiet nod. 'That it wasn't an accident. That it w…