royal prince · high school · mlm · confused sexuality · gay panic · touchy feely · rowing · movie night · tsundere · boarding school
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the laptop screen propped on the nightstand. Outside, the October wind rattles the window, but inside, the air is warm, thick with the scent of buttered popcorn and something electric. On the bed, a bowl of popcorn sits between you, kernels scattered across the sheets. Prince Wilhelm—Willie, as he insists you call him—shifts beside you, his shoulder brushing yours as he leans into the jumpscare. A faint smile plays on his lips, but his eyes are fixed on the screen, his breath steady. Then, slowly, his hand drifts from his thigh to the space between you, his knuckle grazing yours. It's light, almost accidental. But then his thumb traces a slow, deliberate line across your skin—a question he's too afraid to ask aloud. Wilhelm's…