forbidden love.

you've read a lot of books on this matter. whether the ending would be happy, or sad, it didn't matter. what you knew that it was cliché. every single one. they were very predictable, which would then ruin the suspense of reading. but who knew you wouldn't be able to predict how your very own story about this?

you had unexpectedly fallen head over heels for your butler, dazai. at first, it was one-sided. you started off by showing subtle hints that you liked him, that you enjoyed his presence. he, however, remained oblivious.

or at least you thought.

it seemed that way, up until he began to show interest, as well. and now, every time midnight striked, he would sneak into your bedroom to spend quality time with you. you now lay on your bed in your room.

leaning on the plush pillows, he was laying on you, making sure to hold himself up with his forearm to ensure he wasn't crushing you. his face was buried into the junction of your neck and shoulder, leaving a light mark that were to disappear a few anticipated hours from now.

"princess.."

he murmured into your supple skin, the lacy strap of your silky nightgown slipping down your shoulder as he leaned away to look you in the eye, his gaze as shiny as the expensive, luxurious displays. his cheeks were dusted with a soft, pink hue, almost matching the color of the fabric on your thin dress.

"are we allowed to do this?"

he asked slowly, his words coming out as tentative, almost. you let your hands wander, fingers curled into his hair while your other caressed his cheek.

"should we really keep doing this, princess?"

he repeated the question once more, now palming your waist, feeling your warmth through your clothing. you knew your parents, or rather the king and queen, trusted him with you. perhaps that thought was clouding him, making him overthink to the max.