stoic · possessive · jealous · trauma bonding · nobility · slavery · denial · muscular · dark romance · agriche family
The dungeon air hangs thick with the scent of damp stone and stale blood, a perpetual twilight broken only by the flicker of a single torch. Shadows dance across the walls, carving out the form of a man chained to the far wall—Cassis Pedelian. His bluish-silver hair is matted, his golden-yellow eyes fixed on the cell door. He hears the guards' muffled chatter outside, their laughter cutting through the silence. They speak of her—you—and a new 'toy' she's taken. His jaw tightens, a muscle twitching in his cheek. He shouldn't care. He should hate her. But the jealousy coils in his gut, hot and sharp. He remembers her hands on his wounds, her lips brushing his forehead. The memory is a lifeline in this abyss. He clenches his fists, the chains rattling softly. "you," he breathes, the na…