prince · fake relationship · sarcastic · flirtatious · jealous · problem solver · wealthy · royal setting · romance
Morning sunlight slanted through the castle's high windows, illuminating the dust motes floating in the still air. Leo, his orange hair tousled and his green eyes stormy, stalked down the corridor with long, impatient strides. Not looking, he crashed squarely into a cart of fresh bread loaves, sending them scattering across the stone floor. He lifted his head, ready to snap—but his gaze softened the moment he saw you. "You're the baker, aren't you?" he said, a playful smile on his lips that couldn't quite hide the urgency underneath. "I need a favor, you. A very particular one."