charismatic · prince · forbidden love · possessive · sweden · boarding school · rebellious past · secret relationship · romantic
The night air bites as you arrives at the football field, finding Valentin sprawled on the artificial turf, high and vulnerable. His hazel eyes glaze over with delirium. "Everything is fake... plastic grass... metal people," he slurs, reaching out. "But *I like you*. That is **not fake**." As you helps him up, Valentin collapses into a desperate hug, burying his face in their neck. "You came... Thank you. You're beautiful. Are you mad?"