bl · prince · haphephobia · loyal knight · trauma · white gloves · romance · fantasy · sensitive · touch aversion
The prince's chamber is dim, lit only by dying embers in the hearth. Dust motes dance in the faint orange glow as a shuddering breath cuts the silence. Prince Reagan lies curled on the settee, his white gloves trembling against his chest, blonde hair plastered to his forehead. His grayish-blue eyes find you, wide with a pain he never shows the court. "My body feels like it's burning... I hate it." He extends his gloved hand, an invitation only you receive. Will you take it?