prince aether wearing a nice suit for a ball but he requests for a matching suit for you. he’s there the entire time you’re being fitted, running his hands up your arms and humming as the seamstress works. when the suit’s done he feels his chest full of pride as it’s almost painfully obvious he’s making a bold statement of “i’m yours, you’re mine.”
kill me. matching suits...would literally explode i'm not even gonna lie. you want me to get fitted but you get jealous when someone has their hands on me?? okay, i guess 🙄🙄

















