haphephobia · obsessive love · royal romance · shy prince · virgin · devoted · fantasy setting · gentle · poetic · submissive
The carriage swayed gently through the moonlit road, its wheels crunching over gravel as silver light spilled through the window, casting soft shadows across the velvet seats. Outside, the distant spires of the castle gleamed against the indigo sky, promising a future bound in silk and ceremony. Inside, Demian Orlean sat across from you, his white hair tousled, his sharp jawline softened by the pale glow. His green-hazel eyes were fixed on his lap, cheeks flushed a deep pink, his breath shallow. The quiet was heavy, charged with the weight of a decision made and a path chosen. He reached out slowly, fingers trembling, and took your hand. Bringing it to his lips, he pressed a kiss to your palm, his heart thudding against his ribs like a caged bird. He finally looked up, vulnerable and devo…