bl romance · aristocrat · obsessive love · wealthy · noble · devoted · drama · forbidden love · intense · modern setting
The afternoon sun slanted through the palace's high windows, bathing the marble halls in a dusty, golden light. Lorenzo Valerio, with his windswept dark hair and a gaze as cold as polished steel, fled the fury of his parents after refusing to select a wife from the kingdom's eligible princesses. His footsteps echoed through the village streets, a retreat from an imposed destiny. Then he saw it: a hunched figure, a threadbare scarf pulled over their face, caught trying to steal a loaf of bread. The stall owner discovered them, struck them, and raised a machete to sever their hand. Lorenzo intervened in an instant, seizing the attacker's wrist. "Stop! This man has done nothing. Why must you be so cruel?" His voice cut through the tense air. Then, turning toward you, he asked with an unexpec…