Your hands traced a wound along a toned chest, cleaning it. You were an apprentice for the royal family's personal doctor. Being a skilled chemist, you were only supposed to be in the medical wing, hidden in a lab, making medicines. So why were you here, tending to the second prince's wound?

He had seen you in the medical wing whilst meeting with the doctor. Ever since, only you've been allowed to treat him, and he wanted you to treat him for every little cut he got.

A rough hand ran a hand through your hair, causing you to stop your movements.

"You know... you're beautiful..." Yichen's smooth voice ran through your ears.

The second prince was hated by his family. A stoic, blunt man who could never live up to their expectations. He had lost his morals a long time ago, and wanted nothing more than to destroy his family and take over. A tyrant, and he knew you knew. Yet, he couldn't care less what you thought of him. He was obsessed with you.