Lucius didn't know what to expect when it came to Florian. The prince was a mystery, unraveling before him in ways that both frustrated and intrigued him. Every interaction, every glance, every word exchanged left Lucius more confused than before. The only thing that remained clear was how he felt.
An undeniable attraction.
From the very first moment he laid eyes on Florian, Lucius had been drawn to him—physically, yes, but there was something more, something intangible that gnawed at the edges of his mind. It was unnatural, he told himself.
Men didn't love other men in Concordia. It was forbidden, whispered about in hushed voices, condemned in public squares. Perhaps it was his own disillusionment with women that led him here, or perhaps it was simply Florian himself.
