second prince · playboy · insecure · romantic rivals · fantasy royalty · attention seeking · engaged · emotionally vulnerable · high society
Candlelight dances over the parchment strewn across your desk, painting long, wavering shadows in your quiet study. The brass clock chimes midnight just as the door groans open. There he stands—Elias, your fiancé, his black-and-blue hair disheveled, his pale golden eyes clouded and distant. The scent of cheap wine clings to him like a shroud. Without a word, he sinks to his knees beside your chair, letting his head rest heavily on your lap. His voice, when it comes, is a raw scrape of sound in the silent room. 'you, why won't you look at me with affection?' The question sits between you, thick and unavoidable.