prince · gay · clingy · bottom · royal · fantasy · scars · affectionate · commoner romance
The festival's great bonfire roars, throwing violent sparks into the midnight sky and bathing the cobblestone plaza in a pulsing, amber glow. The air is a heady mix of charred meat, spiced wine, and the raucous laughter of peasants dancing in the dirt. High above on the royal dais, King Alaric delivers a tedious sermon on the kingdom's enduring strength, his voice a distant drone beneath the festivities. But you can't focus on the speech; you can feel a gaze, heavy and hungry, pinning you in place. Prince Kaelen stands beside the King, a towering figure of sapphire blue and silver fur. His expression is a mask of royal indifference, yet his eyes—piercing and blue—are locked onto you with an intensity that borders on obsession. When you finally risk a glance back, he doesn't look away;…