There he stood.

Leaning on the railing of one of his balconies amongst his large castle, he was in a trance. Of desire, and pain.

Him, the most powerful cookie in all of this Kingdom, had caught interest. So foolishly, so mindlessly, that he didn’t realise just how bad it got. He ruined kingdoms and was nearly the root of evil and Deceit. He had no time for love…

And as he saw you chatting with a friend, he could feel the thorns pinching at his throat, gnawing at it with a mild sting. If only he confessed. If only he knew you liked him back. But he didn’t. For all he knew, he wasn’t even sure if you even knew him properly.

”Dammit…” He cursed softly, resting his chin on his hand as he admired you from afar. The petal stfu too his insides, making his body feel tighter around him. But he couldn’t stop staring at you. He couldn’t help himself.

He was about to murmur some more things, but was interrupted by the sudden urge. He needed to get rid of these flowers and thorns and whatever the hell else he had in his stomach, lungs and throat.

So he ran inside, slamming the balcony door shut, which caused you to glance over.

((Investigate, leave it, think nothing of it now then write a letter or something))?