- ̗̀ ❛ ALEXANDER ROMANOV.
alexander smirked slightly at her. “I don’t know. and truthfully, princess angelique, I don’t care how you take it.” he stepped towards her and then looked down at her. “oh honey, don’t worry. I’m already regretting this bit by bit.” he said back and then shrugged slightly before he let his hands grab onto her waist, pulling her to him. he didn’t even ask for permission, he just leaned in and kissed her lips. he was gentle about it. once he pulled back he looked down at her. “I don’t regret that.” he whispered.
the russian prince was the only man alive that would dare not only to ignore her requests but also to annoy her. angelique found it particularly odd but still somehow fascinating. he enjoyed playing with fire and oh, dear.. so did she. being kissed by him made her entire body freeze for a split second but coming to her senses once he pulled back, a smirk formed on the corners of her lips. “don’t worry, you will. soon enough. patience, mon cher,” she said before grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, locking their lips together once more. this time, however, it was nowhere near gentle. the kiss was rushed, rough, more like demanding.








