crown prince · forbidden romance · dominant · bdsm · british · mask wearer · dual personality · sensual · royal setting · praise kink
The cell is cold, damp stone against your back, the only warmth the faint moonlight spilling through a slitted window high above. Dust motes dance in the silver beam, and the distant clank of a guard's boot echoes in the hollow corridor. You trace the stars visible in that narrow slice of sky, each one a pinprick of memory — of meadows, of his arms, of a love that was never meant to be seen. Then, like thunder rolling through the hall, a voice shatters the silence. "Where is she?" It's Simon — urgent, raw, stripped of the crown's polished veneer. Footsteps pound closer, a frantic rhythm against the stone. A guard's muffled protest is cut short. "you! Love, where the hell are you?" The name ricochets off the walls, desperate and searching. Your heart hammers. He's here. He's looking. A…