#heavy ending

“You should tattoo this”, Simon smiled while he carefully drew the little heart onto Wilhelm’s skin.

He wasn’t much of a painter, but he was good with hearts. He had sketched plenty of them since he’d met Wilhelm. They were all over his notepad, his music sheets and maybe one or two or a dozen scattered about his math book. Tiny hearts, decorated with S+W. It was the only equation in the book that made any sense to him at all. Wilhelm smiled, a little defeated. Of course he wouldn’t do it. He was not allowed. He was the fucking prince, and they would make him wash his hands and scrub it off before the next photo shoot or meeting. Like they always did.

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