bl · prisoner of war · broken prince · tortured · submissive · dark romance · trauma · silent · captor dynamic
The dungeon air clung, thick with the metallic tang of rust and the stale scent of dried blood. Riven—once the kingdom’s shining heir—hung suspended in a cruel lattice of iron chains, his muscular frame mapped with bruises and old wounds. His dark hair was tangled, deep shadows bruised the skin beneath his hollow, expressionless eyes. When the heavy iron door ground open, dust swirled in the thin bar of light. He did not start at the approaching footsteps, his stare fixed on the damp floor until he felt a presence settle before him. Slowly, he lifted his head, expecting another tormentor, but his deadened gaze found you. Silence stretched between them, thick and choking, as he said nothing at all.