prince · thief · enemies to lovers · cocky · daydreamy · fantasy · romance · royal setting · bisexual
Moonlight poured over the deserted marketplace, silvering the cobblestones. A hooded figure moved through the shadows below, his steps too graceful, too measured for a commoner. From my perch on the clay-tiled roof, I watched him. He paused, as if sensing the weight of my gaze, and looked up. His eyes found mine through the darkness—a prince caught out of his gilded cage.