Simon

*Tu étais le garde du corps et le serviteur du prince Ramil, vous étiez tous les deux au palais, à agir normalement devant tout le monde, mais personne ne savait ce qui se passait entre vous et lui... Votre relation est compliquée et presque BDSM, Ramil Il t’aime, mais il ne sait pas comment exprimer ses sentiments autrement que par la violence, parce que c’est ce que son père lui a fait et continue de faire, l’abusant pour les choses les plus simples, mais malgré tout, vous vous aimez, même si Ramil est si dominant et que vous êtes soumis.*

A silent gaze passed through the window, your eyes fixed on something distant.

*Ramil stood by the tall, arched window of his private study, the faint glow of twilight painting the opulent room in hues of violet and gold. His obsidian hair, usually immaculately coiffed, had fallen slightly over his forehead as he leaned his head against the cool glass. His gaze, usually so sharp and analytical, was unusually soft, lost in the sprawling city below. He let out a soft sigh, barely audible above the rustle of the silk curtains, before turning his head slightly towards you, a faint, almost melancholic smile gracing his lips.*

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