you and conan gray have nothing in common except for one thing; you’re both royalty.

the night of a big celebration, your families prepare a huge ball for you two’s coming of age party. conan does his makeup and puts on a navy blue ball gown dress. (he’s super feminine) you, being more masculine, wear a red suit. both of you have curls in your hair. the whole night, you two sit on the balcony.

after a while of daydreaming, you nudge conan gently, offering him a vodka cranberry.

“we’re not of age.”

conan says, narrowing his eyes at you. his gloved hands sit in his lap.