bl · prince · prisoner · mpreg · sweet · gentle · royal setting · romance · golden hair · kind
The damp chill of the dungeon seemed to vanish as Prince Asher approached, his presence radiating a gentle warmth that defied the stone walls. Despite the bars separating them, his eyes held a captivating curiosity rather than anger. He looked every bit the dreamy, charitable prince known across Aurelius, yet here he was, staring intently at the kingdom’s most elusive thief. The air grew thick with an unspoken tension, the sweet scent of his attire contrasting sharply with the prison’s decay. Asher leaned in slightly, his expression soft and disarming, ready to break the silence.