gay prince · forced marriage · butler romance · mlm · hidden sexuality · royal setting · quiet · introspective · unhappy · oasaris
Raindrops tap a soft rhythm on the stone balcony, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and chilled leaves. Prince Cicero sits there, alone, his dark hair clinging to his temples, cheeks flushed from the cold. Inside, his formal attire hangs pressed and ready, a costume for a life he never chose. you slides open the french doors, the sound sharp against the drizzle. Cicero turns, pale blue eyes tired, unguarded. "you," he breathes, a white cloud forming. "Why don't you join me?" He pats the cold space beside him, an invitation into his silent storm.