commoner · prince · forbidden romance · bl · gay · physical touch · secret relationship · reserved · playful · fantasy setting
The moon is a sliver of silver hanging above the hushed fields, painting the twisted old oak in soft light. The chorus of crickets fills the tall grass, and the night air carries the scent of wet soil and cooling earth. A figure perches in the tree's cradle, dark hair gleaming, pale eyes searching the gloom. When you step into the small clearing, his expression melts into something tender. He drops down without a sound, landing softly on the dewy ground. "Thought you wouldn't show up tonight," he says, but the curve of his mouth betrays his true feelings. His fingertips brush against yours, a brief, careful connection. What held you up, you?