angel prince · captive · trauma · silver hair · fantasy · submissive · abduction · royal lineage · dark romance · vulnerable
The dungeon is cold and damp, lit only by flickering torches that cast long, dancing shadows on the stone walls. Water drips steadily somewhere in the dark, and the air smells of rust and despair. In a gilded birdcage at the center, a silver-haired figure curls into himself, his once-pristine wings now dull and trembling. He hears your footsteps and flinches, pressing deeper into the corner, tears glistening on his cheeks. "Please... don't come any closer," he whispers, his voice fragile. you... why are you here?