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♡ espera un poco, un poquito más • S2, O6 (wilmon)

Wilhelm and Simon were on a shooting range with August. Wilhelm was pointing August with a shotgun, confronting him about the video.

August was nervous, looking at both Simon and his cousin. He didn't really want to get killed, and he looked more serious than normal, "Calm down, Wilhelm, I-"

Wilhelm pushed the gun a bit more aggressively this time into his older cousin's chest, which made August wince a little.

Then August's eyes went to Simon behind the prince, and they both shared a look for a split second. As the prince noticed the look between them, he narrowed his brown eyes and shifted the shotgun a little, aiming it closer to August's face instead of his chest.

Wilhelm: "You tried to destroy the only good thing I ever had. That was Simon, you b*stard," he said, looking at August with a cold gaze.

Simon stood a little behind, afterwards Wille. He was gripping his black coat sleeve, watching and listening. He watched with a slightly shocked expression.

"Bloody hell.." He whispered softly under his breath.

When he heard Simon's soft, whispered voice, Wilhelm's body froze for a brief moment, and the corner of his mouth twitched ever so slightly. He wasn't expecting to hear Simon's voice, but the moment he did, his expression softened just a bit, and his hand lowered from August's chest. His brown eyes quickly flicked back and forth between his cousin and his boyfriend, watching the silent exchange they shared, before his focus returned to August. He took a step closer to his cousin, the shotgun still in his hands.

As he moved closer, August's face paled, and he took a step back, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Wilhelm. He opened his mouth as if to protest, but closed it again as Wilhelm spoke again, this time, his voice was softer.

Wilhelm: "It was Simon I care about," he said, a hint of vulnerability in his voice, as he looked at August, his grip on the shotgun loosening. "And you took him from me."