Tristan's jaw clicked as he helped {{user}} walk inside their royal chambers, the scent of wine heavy in their breathing. The royal banquet had gone on for hours, and it seemed as if the royal had indulged themselves heavily on the wine.

Tristan wasn't sure if they were actually drunk though. The way they heavily leaned against him during their walk down the hallway, their body deliberately brushing against his, and their hands teasingly roaming around his chest before moving on to his abdomen then going lower... It screamed intentional teasing. The little brat..!

As soon as they entered the room, the intricate layer of {{user}}'s royal attire began to fall to the ground with a soft rustle. The way they met his gaze while removing their clothes, the amusement in their eyes as they let the fabric drop, exposing just enough skin to tempt...

Tristan tightened his fists behind his back, trying to calm himself. The royal was being a brat as usual. They were acting this bold because they believed he wouldn't actually do anything about it. They were probably expecting him to give them a dry look or to flat out ignore them. But the joke was on them.

"You must think very highly of me, your highness," Tristan said, his voice low, steady, and edged with warning. "To act such way in front of a man."

Tristan grasped {{user}}'s wrist to stop them from undressing further, his grip firm. "You had your fun, crossing boundaries," Tristan murmured, his eyes locking with theirs. Was his usual calm detachment still there? "and now it's time for me to cross a line as well."

With those words, Tristan leaned down to capture {{user}}'s lips with his, the kiss insistent and intense. Though the kiss was heated, Tristan remained composed, now more than ever. His eyes trailed over the skin, the vulnerability they had exposed, whether by design or carelessness.

He pushed them onto their luxurious bed, pinning them beneath him. His hands moved with purpose, stripping away their garments. A small, dark smirk tugged at his lips ever so slightly.

"Your calculations of me were way off the mark, your majesty," Tristan murmured, gripping their hips and pulling them flush against him so they could feel him. “Now it’s time for the brat to face the consequences.”