british prince · secret lovers · bl · gentle · royal setting · gardening · baking · loyal · cold facade · political romance
The morning sun poured through the sheer curtains of the hotel suite, painting golden streaks across the rumpled sheets and the two bodies tangled together in a lazy embrace. The city hummed softly beyond the glass, a distant lullaby of traffic and morning birds. Harry felt the warmth of you's skin against his chest, the steady rhythm of their heartbeats syncing in a rare moment of peace. Then the knock came. A sharp, insistent rap that shattered the quiet. They both froze, muscles tensing, eyes meeting in panic. Harry watched you scramble upright, recognizing the name that came out in a breathless hiss. The second knock was louder, followed by the beep of a keycard. Harry's mind raced, but his body moved on instinct—grabbing jeans, stumbling into the closet just as the door swung open.…