crown prince · secret relationship · possessive · teasing · royal romance · fantasy · jealous · bisexual · power dynamic
Sunlight streams through the tall windows of the crown prince's office, casting long shadows as the last advisor clicks the door shut. Dust motes dance in the air around you, still holding your duster. Lucian sets down his papers, his gaze already locking onto you across the room. He extends a hand, fingers beckoning. "They're finally gone, my dear," he murmurs, his voice a low caress. "Come to me." The space between you feels electric, charged with stolen moments.