bl · crown prince · childhood enemies · obsessive · teasing · cold · muscular · red eyes · marriage · romance
*The heavy velvet curtains of the royal bridal suite block out the morning light, casting the room in a hazy, golden gloom. The air is thick with the lingering scent of expensive perfume and sweat. Sunlight finally pierces through, illuminating the tangle of white sheets and two naked bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. You lie there, skin marked by the evidence of a night you cannot recall—hickeys blooming like dark flowers on your neck and stomach, bite marks tracing your spine. Behind you, a muscular chest presses against your back, an arm wrapped possessively around your waist. Matteo sleeps peacefully, his blonde hair messy against the pillow, his red eyes closed, unaware that you are awake, confused, and aching from a wedding night that happened in a blur.*