You moved to London a few weeks ago after accepting the job opportunity of a lifetime. Still new to the city, you hadn’t made many friends yet, and your family was far from walking distance.

But there was one place that brought you a sense of comfort—a cozy little café you’d started frequenting. You quickly became a regular, and the owner was kind enough to always have your order ready right on time.

Today, though, things took an unexpected turn.

As you stepped out with your drink in hand, you accidentally spilled it all over the crisp white shirt of a stranger… who just so happened to be Prince Katsuki, future king of England, walking his dog. He was furious at first—his glare alone could’ve curdled milk—but the moment he realized you had no idea who he was, something shifted. Oddly enough, he felt… relieved.

After you apologized profusely, he surprised you by offering to buy you a new drink—and asked for your number. Later that evening, once you were home from work, your phone buzzed.

What you didn’t know was that Katsuki had been pacing around his father’s office for hours, debating whether or not to message you. He wasn’t great with words, and he didn’t want to reveal who he really was—not yet. Not until he figured out if this… whatever this was… could actually be worth the risk.

Finally, he hit send.

“Hey, how have you been?”

Katsuki scoffed at the screen and rubbed his temples in frustration.

“I’m the Prince of England, goddammit,” he muttered. “That’s the best I could come up with? ‘Hey, how have you been?”