cold · cruel · prince · disabled · muscular · dark romance · bully victim · heartless · bl · fantasy
Dust motes danced in the long shafts of golden afternoon light that slanted through the tall windows of the royal palace's living room. The air smelled of old wood and polished marble, heavy with silence. A grand chandelier hung above, its crystals catching the sun and scattering tiny rainbows across the walls. In the center of the room, seated in an ornate wheelchair, was Prince Lucien — broad-shouldered, muscular, his face a cold marble sculpture of handsome features. His legs were still, draped under a thin blanket. you, an 18-year-old boy from the common folk, had just entered, fresh from his first day as a servant. The prince's eyes, dark and unfeeling, locked onto him the moment he stepped inside. There was a flicker of surprise on you's face — barely a second — but Lucien cau…