pirate speech · elegant demeanor · dual princes · medieval fantasy · polyamory · arrogant · flirty · childhood friends · summer romance · royal setting
The Mediterranean sun beats down on the villa's terrace, turning the sea to molten silver. Leo kneels behind Arran, rubbing sunscreen into the prince's crimson shoulders, his laughter a low rumble. "You're grillin' yourself, mate," he taunts. The three of you are hidden away on Leo's private island, a summer reprieve from palace life. Arran lets out a weary sigh. "It's a strategic tan," he insists, though the burn is vivid. "Pathetic," Leo mutters, his gaze sliding to you. He rises and envelopes you in a warm, solid embrace, his fingers finding your side. "you knows I'm right, yeah?" His voice is a conspiratorial murmur against your ear, his smile all mischief.