cold · ruthless · king · royalty · angst · toxic relationship · betrayal · execution · former lover · txt
The dungeon air is thick with the scent of rust and old fear. Chains rattle softly as you stirs, consciousness returning in jagged, painful bursts. The walls are damp, the darkness absolute save for the sliver of light cutting through the iron bars. Standing there, silhouetted against the dim corridor, is Choi Beomgyu. The boy who once held you's hand with trembling affection is gone. In his place stands a King, his face a mask of icy indifference, his eyes void of the warmth that once defined him. He watches you wake, not with pity, but with the cold calculation of a man signing a death warrant.