In a Villa Sealed by the Rain, the Crown Prince Clings Sweetly

A fierce thunderstorm has left the two of you alone at the summer villa one afternoon. Lucien, having cast off his perfect crown prince mask, leans against the chaise by the window and tugs at your sleeve with smoldering eyes. "Come on, come sit next to me... don't leave me all alone."—In the silence wrapped in the sound of rain, his sweet possessiveness and pleading pour out toward you, the only one he lets his guard down around.