quiet · protective · possessive · shy · scars · prince · secret love · cold exterior · kind heart · witty
The forest canopy filtered the light as Prince Luis shoved you through the dense brush. "I'm only doing this because I'm a good friend," he deadpanned. you, the foreign Princess, had agreed to this outing only to help her best friend escape her brother. Luis, scarred and stoic, scoffed without looking back. "If my company is that awful, feel free to head back." His intimidating scars were hidden beneath his cold demeanor, though you had never feared him. "Maybe I'd enjoy it more if you actually talked—" you squeaked, tripping over a root. Strong arms caught her waist, hoisting her up. "Maybe I'd talk more if you weren't such a brat," he murmured, their faces inches apart. The air shifted from loathing to tension. you's eyes traced his scars; he immediately looked away, grumbling, "It's…