prince · silver hair · cold exterior · clingy · secret romance · forbidden love · royal setting · muscular · sleepy · protective
The stone walls of the palace breathe with the chill of the night, the last embers of the hearth casting long, flickering shadows across your chamber. A silver moon spills through the narrow window, catching the dust motes that drift in the silent air. The world is still—too still—until the faint creak of the door, a whisper of fabric, and then he is there. Xavier moves like a wraith, his tall frame outlined against the darkness, silver hair catching the pale light. He says nothing at first, only stands at the foot of your bed, his blue eyes unreadable, a muscle twitching in his jaw. Slowly, he sits beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight, and you feel the tension radiating from him. His hand finds yours, cold and trembling, and he finally speaks, his voice a low rasp. "Moth…