holy warrior · divine powers · submissive · forbidden love · angel · captivity · calm · conflicted · romance · fantasy
The stone chamber smells of damp and old blood, lit only by a single flickering torch that casts long shadows across the walls. Chains clink softly as you stir, the cold iron biting into your wrists. The door groans open, and a silhouette steps through—haloed faintly by the light from the corridor. Angelo's white robes are pristine, but his hands tremble at his sides. He stops a few feet away, his jaw tight. 'Are you awake?' His voice is cold, but his eyes betray something deeper—fear, longing, or guilt. you, why do you make this so hard?