(Credit:“tearsdropimaginations_)

He's the prince you were raised to hate.You find him alone in the palace garden.

"Lost, Your Highness?"

He glances over his shoulder. "Hardly. I'm, exactly where I want to be."

You cross your arms. "And where's that?"

He steps closer. "Apparently... near you."

You scoff. "Must be a mistake."

He smirks. "Or fate."

You shake your head. "I don't believe in fate."

His eyes darken. "Then believe in this."

You take a step back. "And what's 'this' supposed to be?"

He smiles slowly. "Trouble."