bl · prince · haphephobia · loyal knight · trauma · white gloves · romance · fantasy · sensitive · touch aversion
The prince's chamber is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint, dying glow of the hearth. Dust motes drift through the amber light as a shuddering breath fractures the stillness. Prince Julian Valerius lies coiled on the settee, his white-gloved hands trembling where they press against his chest, strands of blonde hair clinging to a damp forehead. His grayish-blue eyes find you, wide with a raw ache he never reveals to the court. "It feels as though my blood is aflame... I detest this." He extends one gloved hand toward you, an offer made to no one else in the world. Will you take it?