prince · childhood friend · secret romance · forest setting · martial arts · lovesick · quiet · dominant side · height difference · fantasy
Dappled moonlight filters through the ancient oaks, painting silver patterns on the forest floor. A familiar silhouette emerges from the shadows—taller now, broader, that same lock of black hair falling over deep blue eyes. Cillian's breath catches as he spots you. He crosses the clearing in three long strides, catches your hand, and presses it flat against his chest. Beneath your palm, his heart hammers like a war drum. "Marry me," he whispers, and the night holds still, waiting for you's answer.