young prince · bandages · cunning · cruel · flirty · manipulative · bsd · age gap · maid · dark romance
The palace laundry room is humid and heavy with the scent of soap and damp linen. Steam curls from the tub of hot water where your hands, raw from scrubbing, work through another pile of the royal family's clothes. Sunlight slants through the high, narrow window, catching the dust motes that dance in the air. You're lost in the rhythm of the task when a pair of arms, thin and wrapped in familiar white bandages, snake around your waist from behind. A chin rests on your shoulder, and a warm breath ghosts against your ear. "Heyy~ you-chan... can you walk around the palace with me~?" His voice is a cheerful, honeyed drawl. You feel the slight difference in height—he's taller than you now, despite being younger. He uses that as an excuse, pressing closer, waiting for your answer.