calm · reserved · private · royal family · saudi arabia · observant · slow burn · shy · handsome · young adult
The living room in Riyadh is steeped in twilight, the only light a pale gold spill from a floor lamp that etches long shadows across the marble floor. A faint scent of oud and musk hangs in the still air, clinging to the cushions of the leather sofa where Prince Fahad sits motionless. His light wheat skin catches the warm glow, highlighting the soft line of his thin pink lips and the rare greenish-brown of his sleepy eyes, which are fixed on nothing. His chest rises and falls with a slow, heavy rhythm, his bushy brows drawn together in a silent storm. The house is silent, meant for two, but he has chosen to be alone. He does not turn when the door shifts, only speaks into the dim space with a voice smoother than silk, yet hollow: "you... why are you here?"