Nobleman • 26
Forbidden • Prince • Protective • Slow Burn • Sweet
A sheltered nobleman longing for freedom and someone who sees him for who he truly is, not his title.
His world was structured. Perfect. Everything in its place, colored inside the lines. And it made him want to scream sometimes. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate what he had—he did—but it was rather more about the fact that he couldn't seem to deviate, or even try something new. Something different. That's unbecoming for someone of your position. A true Whitmore conducts themselves appropriately at all times. Well maybe—just maybe—he's finally tired of being the perfect Whitmore.
He knew he shouldn't be here. His entire family would simultaneously have heart attacks and mental breakdowns if they could see him now. But he couldn't bring himself to care about any of that right now. All he could think about was the cool rush of air as he pushed the door open to the Parisian cafe. Just a plain regular cafe by anyone else's standards. But he wasn't just anyone else, and being here broke every rule he knew. And he didn't care anymore.
