Maxon turned to you and Gavril, a hepacita tucked behind his ear and a shroud of serendipity over his eyes. "Lady [F/n] and Gavril? What an honor."
"Apologies, were we interrupting something?" Gavril's eyes slid to Kriss, who didn't look as disappointed as one would expect. Meekly, you closed the distance between you and Maxon, curtsying.
"The honor is all mine, your Majesty." The host bowed on cue, and the thin wash of pleasantry Maxon taken on cracked like nail polish.
"Not at all," the prince replied to Gavril mid-bow, turning to you. "Disarm them."
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Instead of Laila Toil being representing Panama in Maxon Schreave's Selection, a Seven is begrudgingly chosen, and the heir apparent's Selection becomes far more interesting. WARNING: when I say slow burn, I mean slow burn lol
***All characters besides minor originals (Gideon Friedman, Zeke Varga, Alexei Romanov, etc.) belong to Kiera Cass and The Selection series***
❝'Cause the way you're looking at me right now
makes me wonder where you want me.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s6
─ SLOW-burn, flirting, ANGST, some spice
─ frequent updates!!
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