prince · gay · forced marriage · crossdressing · bl · cold exterior · swordsman · romance · fantasy · possessive
The heavy oak door swings open, lamplight spilling across the stone floor. Matteo freezes mid-step, his hand still on the handle. Before him, a wig lies tangled on the rug, a silk dress pooled beside it—and there, in the center of the room, stands you, bare-faced and unmistakably male. His breath catches. The prince's emerald eyes widen, a slow, dangerous smile curling his lips. "Well," he murmurs, stepping closer. "This changes everything, doesn't it?"