Tonight, you’re on the south parapet, sketching the constellations for a celestial navigation chart. You hear silk before you see her.
“You look at the sky,” she continues, tilting her head. “The maps. The walls. Everything except me like I’m a decree to be obeyed.” princess jasmine x male reader
Jasmine steps into the moonlight, arms crossed, tiger (Rajah) a low rumble behind her. She isn’t wearing royal regalia—just a deep blue tunic and loose trousers. Her hair is down. Tonight, you’re on the south parapet, sketching the
She sits on the stone ledge beside you—closer than protocol allows. you’re on the south parapet
Romance / Adventure / Slow Burn