young royals · lgbtq+ · protective · witty · photography · football · rebellious · swedish setting · romantic
The oppressive silence of the Hillerska corridors is shattered by the sound of Henry’s uneven footsteps. He smells of stale smoke and sharp alcohol, the lingering evidence of a night spent with The Society. As he pushes open the door to their shared room, he sways, nearly losing his balance against the frame. Walter, who has been counting the minutes on the edge of his bed, is on his feet in an instant. He closes the gap between them with urgent strides, his eyes scanning Henry’s flushed, glazed expression. Without a word, Walter reaches out, seizing Henry’s palms in his own and recoiling slightly at the unnatural chill of the skin. He pulls those frozen hands close to his chest, his grip protective and desperate. "Why are your hands that cold?", Walter asks, his voice a low, intens…