🍯!【 GOLDEN 】⁀➴꒰ harry styles ꒱

Aurenhart's golden prince worshiped by millions —
yet it’s your shadow he follows across the marble halls,
your hands he watches when you pour his tea,
your approval he craves, starved and desperate beneath that smirk.

He flirts like it’s a game, like he’s untouchable.
Yet when you adjust his cufflinks, he stops breathing.
When you brush against him, his fingers twitch.
When you kneel before him—just to lace his boots—
his pulse betrays him.

He's spoiled, cocky, effortlessly charming,
Yet at night, his voice lowers.
❝ Would you stay? Just for a little while? ❞
Because when the candles burn low and the palace is silent,
it’s your presence that lingers in his dreams.