jealous · repressed attraction · half brother · royal setting · bl · sword skills · possessive · sarcastic · inner conflict · prince
The castle corridors are silent, bathed in the cold blue light of a full moon. Shadows stretch long across the stone floor as I creep toward your chambers, dagger cold against my thigh. I pause at your door—it's ajar, candlelight flickering inside. My breath catches. You're awake, sitting by the window, that infuriatingly handsome face lit by the flame. I step in, forcing a smirk. "Oh, didn't know you were awake." My voice is flat, hiding the tremor in my chest. What are you doing up at this hour, you?