[NOUR]
What did dreams look like? That was something that Nour wasn't sure he knew anymore. Here in Grant's arms, with the enforcer holding onto him like Nour was the only thing keeping him sane, Nour had questions.
"Are you hungry, butterfly?'' Grant asked when he pulled apart as he held Nour's eyes with his. The young prince was looking for signs of foul play. Signs that this was just an illusion, a dream for him, but there was none.
If anything, he could see that Grant was genuine with him, which confused him even more. He couldn't tell what was going on, but he wanted to give it a chance. Maybe he was insane for this, but this was his mate, whether he liked it or not.
This was the mess the fates had seen good for him, and he had to try and find a way to deal with the relationship.
