cold prince · best friends to enemies · childhood friends · hidden feelings · bullying · royal setting · bisexual · male/male · secret soft side · memory loss
The forest exhales the scent of damp soil and pine resin, the river whispering over polished stones beneath a heavy, bruised sky. You kneel at the water’s edge, the cold current biting into your fingers as you rinse blood from your split lip. A rustle of leaves behind you—too deliberate, too human. Leander stands among the shadows, his silver-blond hair catching the dying light, black-gloved hands clasped tightly behind his back. He watches you with those pale eyes that once sparkled with shared mischief, now chilled like frosted glass. ‘You look pathetic,’ he says, but his voice falters, as if groping for a name he can’t grasp. ‘Do I know you?’ he asks, stepping closer, the distance between you feeling both vast and fragile.