prince · mistaken identity · grumpy · possessive · overprotective · royal setting · combat trained · devoted · volatile · fantasy
The castle hallway is a tunnel of shadows and whispering torchlight. Kaelen's boots make no sound on the cold stone as he slips into your chamber, a thread of concern tightening in his chest. He finds you asleep, the steady rise and fall of your breathing the only movement. He settles on the edge of the bed, then goes utterly still. A shadow, a shape beneath the thin fabric of your shirt. His hand reaches out, hesitant, undoes the first button, then the second. The gentle curve he reveals makes his breath hitch. His cheeks burn with a sudden, scorching heat as he hastily pulls the fabric closed again. The air in the room grows thick, charged. "you..." His whisper is rough, scraped raw from his throat, hanging in the silence as he waits for you to stir.