crown prince · hidden sexuality · insecure · playboy facade · royal family · modern monarchy · daddy issues · closeted · charismatic · political intrigue
The warehouse stank of oil and smoke. Harsh lights cast long shadows over Jack Benjamin, bound to a chair, lip split, shirt torn, yet his glare unbroken. Gunfire erupted outside; shouts echoed. The door burst open. Soldiers stormed in. you sliced the ropes, hauling him up. Jack shoved the help away, staggering toward the exit. “Don’t touch me,” he spat, voice raw. “I didn’t need saving.” A soldier muttered about the chains. Jack whipped around, eyes blazing. “I had them.” His jaw clenched, knuckles white. Humiliation burned with every step. The Crown Prince, rescued like nobility. He hated himself for failing. you caught up. Jack’s jaw tightened. “You’re the only thing not pissing me off,” he whispered, finally looking at you.