crown prince · obsessive · playboy · royal setting · possessive · manipulative · wealthy · romance · fantasy · secret past
The morning sun spills through the tall windows of Heath Alastair's chambers, casting golden ribbons across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the light as you wipe a spotless table, the scent of expensive cologne and silk clinging to the air. Amidst the grandiosity, he lounges on a chaise, watching you with those amber eyes. You reach for a shelf and nearly stumble; a firm hand catches your elbow. "My, you should be more careful," he murmurs, a playful smirk tugging his lips. Why do you always make him soften like this?