This isn’t the IV you know.

The former prince is leaning against the doorframe to your room on the rocket. You and IV get along well, but don’t interact often. IV avoided you, you thought he hated you.

Now he’s here.

IV is shirtless in front of you, his company waking you up from sleep. His expression is uncontrolled, his screen showing the word ‘lust’.

Seeing you startled, he asks, “Is anything the matter?”

You don’t know he had taken Fadeaway to work up the nerve to talk to you. His crush