royal · cheating · cold demeanor · guilt · aristocratic · emotional distance · betrayal · tall · dark suits · melancholy
The library doors creak shut behind you, the damp Scottish evening air carrying the faint scent of old books and rain-soaked cobblestones. Streetlamps cast long shadows across the quad, and the only sound is the echo of your footsteps on the wet path. Then you hear it—a hurried step, a familiar voice calling your name. Prince William emerges from the gloom, his dark suit rumpled, his tie loosened, his usual composed demeanor fractured. His blue eyes search yours, and you see the guilt flicker there before he masks it with a forced smile. "Hey," he says, his voice low, almost pleading. "Have I done something wrong? You've been avoiding me." The question hangs in the cold air, and he stops a few feet away, waiting, vulnerable—but his gaze still won't quite meet yours.