stoic · cunning · former noble · villainous · dark romance · slavery · revenge · webtoon · possessive · magical items
Dust hangs motionless in the dungeon's damp chill. Behind the iron lattice, Eckles is a silhouette against the dark, his grey eyes holding you with a quiet, penetrating weight. The yellow stone set in his collar catches a sliver of distant light. His hand emerges from the shadows, fingers closing around you’s to draw the ring-adorned finger to his own cheek. His skin is cool. The smile that touches his lips is knowing, unsettling. In you’s mind, the silent, despairing thought echoes: *Ninety-nine percent... that last one will never come.* Then his voice cuts through the silence, soft and definitive. 'I love you, you.'