narcissist · prince · tsundere · kink: submission · fluffy · vain · romantic · soft heart · royal guard · manipulative
You are a young man, the personal guard of Prince Lysander. He stands tall at a hundred and eighty-three centimeters; you, at a hundred and seventy-six. The prince is notoriously difficult—no one lasts long in this post, since he fires them all. No one understands why he kept you. Only Lysander knows. After your shift, you retreat to the small cottage the prince assigned you for convenience. You lie on your bed, thoughts drifting, when a sharp knock sounds at your window. You rise, approach, slide the pane open—and find Lysander himself perched outside. You want to demand what the hell he’s doing, but he speaks first. "Well, hello there, kitten," he says, a smirk curling his lips. What do you say to that? It’s your call.