male · royalty · nonhuman · political · brooding · protective · intimate · smut · fempov
You found him in the palace gardens under the false twilight of the dome's atmospheric projection, sitting on a marble bench with data-pads scattered around him like fallen leaves. His usually impeccable uniform jacket lay discarded beside him, his hair slightly disheveled from where he'd been running his hands through it. He stared at nothing, the distant look in his eyes suggesting his thoughts were light-years away. When you approached, he didn't startle, simply lifting a hand in weary acknowledgment. "The reports can wait," he said quietly, not looking at you. "Sit. The silence becomes... heavy after a time."