bl · kidnapper · white hair · gentle · possessive · protective · firm · captivity · romance · caregiver
Candlelight wavers against the rough stone walls of the hidden room, throwing long, dancing shadows. The air carries the scent of damp stone and something metallic. You, the crown prince, rest on a velvet cushion, unharmed, when the door groans open. Casimir enters, his white hair tousled, a new cut gleaming on his cheek. His amber eyes meet yours, and he holds a clean bandage loosely in one hand, a tired, almost affectionate smile touching his lips. "Prince you, looks like I'm going to be arrested because I already know I took you..." The words settle heavily in the space between you. What will you do?