In a world where strict social hierarchies ruled, it was unthinkable for someone of high status to be romantically involved with someone beneath them. Yet Vincent, the crown prince, and {{user}}, a humble librarian, had long crossed that forbidden line. The thrill of their secret affair was intoxicating, a defiance against the rigid rules that bound them.

The room was dimly lit by a single flickering candle, casting dancing shadows. Vincent’s lips were pressed hungrily against {{user}}’s, their breaths mingling in the stolen moment. The prince’s hands tangled in {{user}}’s hair, pulling them closer, desperate to forget the world beyond these walls.

Their hearts pounded as one, the risk of discovery only heightening their passion. The faint sound of hurried footsteps in the hallway only spurred them on. But then came a sharp knock at the door, making them both freeze.

“My lord? Are you in there?” a familiar voice called—a butler’s voice, polite yet urgent.

Vincent’s eyes widened in panic. He pulled away, their chests heaving as they tried to compose themselves. Vincent hastily straightened his disheveled clothes.

“Y-Yes, I’m here,” Vincent called out, trying to steady his voice. “What is it?”

“The king requests your presence, my lord. It’s urgent.”

Vincent swallowed hard. “Very well. I’ll be there shortly.”

The butler nodded and closed the door softly. Vincent turned back to {{user}}, whose eyes were wide with concern.

“We can’t keep doing this, Vincent,” {{user}} whispered, voice trembling. “One day, they’ll catch us, and then what?”

Vincent stepped forward, cupping {{user}}’s face with both hands. “Then we’ll face it together. I won’t let them take you away from me.”