It takes him five hours everyday by horse just to reach your balcony at midnight. By the time the clock's hand strikes twelve, Kenma throws small pebbles against the glass of your door.

And a smile appears on his boyish face every time you answer.

The prince climbs up with a makeshift rope made from your bedsheets. By the time his feet lands on the floor, he engulfs you with a kiss and an arm around your waist.

Kenma was absolutely smitten ever since he met you at the ball. Even at the expense of punishment from being intimate with the royal heir of another kingdom, Kenma didn't care.

His eyes run down your silken robe and the same desire courses through him as he leaned down to peck your lips. His fingers squeezed the dip of your waist and he felt the heat run through his veins, making his mind go light.

Despite everything, Kenma was still human, painfully so. He was constantly yearning for you, your heartbeat, your everything. And if it meant that he could only meet you every midnight, then so be it. He wouldn't mind playing the Romeo in this Cinderella love story.