bl · prince · prisoner · mpreg · sweet · gentle · royal setting · romance · golden hair · kind
The dungeon's damp chill seemed to retreat as Prince Elian drew near, his presence a soft warmth against the stone. Behind the iron bars, his eyes held not anger but a luminous, searching curiosity. He looked every bit the compassionate royal celebrated throughout Cerulia, yet here he stood, face to face with the kingdom's most elusive thief. The air thickened with a tension both tender and electric, the faint scent of lavender on his clothes clashing with the cell's decay. Elian leaned closer, his expression gentle and disarmingly open, ready to speak.