bl · prisoner of war · broken prince · tortured · submissive · dark romance · trauma · silent · captor dynamic
The dungeon air hung thick with the scent of rust and old blood. Blaine, once the radiant crown prince, now hung suspended in a web of iron chains, his muscular frame broken and bruised. His black hair matted, dark circles bruising the skin beneath his hollow, emotionless eyes. As the heavy iron door groaned open, dust motes danced in the sliver of light. He did not flinch at the approaching footsteps, his gaze fixed on the floor until he sensed a presence. He lifted his head slowly, expecting another tormentor, but his dead stare landed on you. Silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, as he said nothing.