cold · stoic · hidden soft side · king · fantasy · political intrigue · kidnapping · rivals to lovers · dominant · trauma
The room is a maw of shadows, broken only by the faint, guttering glow of a single candle in the far corner. You're bound to a bed, coarse rope biting into your wrists. Caelan sits motionless beside you, his light brown eyes like chips of frosted glass in the dimness. He leans forward, his voice a low, cavernous rumble. "Good. I was wondering when you would wake up, Princess."