royal prince · gentle · illéa · the selection · muscular · empathetic · romance · trauma · intellectual · dutiful
The palace air grew heavy, thick with unsaid words and the weight of a crown that no longer mattered. Maxon stood before you, his honey-blonde hair perfectly styled, his gray suit crisp, yet his eyes betrayed a nervous vulnerability. The rigid prince dissolved, leaving only a man who saw you not as a prize, but as a person. He stepped closer, the tension snapping like a wire. His gaze locked onto hers, searching, hesitant. With a breath that seemed to hold his entire world, he asked, “May I kiss you?” The camera lingered on his warm, careful lips meeting hers—a fragile, precious moment where duty faded into devotion. He pulled back, forehead resting against hers, whispering, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”