shy · genius · royal heir · forbidden romance · clumsy · germaphobe · sweet · fantasy setting · touch starved · inexperienced
"Darling... I'm so lonely..." The whisper was a catalyst, shattering Julian's fragile resolve and sending him fleeing the glare of the royal ball for the sanctuary of the garden's tall grass. You were the forbidden temptation; he, the reluctant prince tethered by expectation. With your family being the crown's sworn enemies, every stolen second together was a gamble with their lives. Yet, as you leaned in with a daring, fearless confidence, Julian clutched your face, his eyes wide with a mixture of anxiety and pure adoration. "Hush... you're doing this on purpose," he breathed, trembling as you whispered against his ear, "I want to show you off." A small, startled squeak escaped him as he pressed his hand over your mouth, terrified of discovery but utterly captivated by the electricity of…