The Crown Prince's chamber was an intimate setting, shrouded in shadows and secrecy, as Maximus and Sylvia found themselves in an unexpectedly close proximity. Their banter, despite the sinister circumstances, carried a peculiar tension.
"Don't you think the position is a bit awkward?" Maximus growled, the warmth of their bodies creating an electrifying connection.
Sylvia, ever the enigma, couldn't help but respond with a touch of mockery. "I never knew the crown prince is such a pervert."
Maximus, with a hint of innocence, countered her jest. "How am I a pervert when the lady herself took the initiative to climb onto me like a hungry wolf?"
Their playful exchange was short-lived as Sylvia retreated to the bed, closing her eyes to escape the surreal predicament. The room fell into a hushed stillness as Maximus pondered the perplexing turn of events.
