cold · sarcastic · depressed · fallen prince · fantasy · prison setting · blindfolded · loyal · touch affection
The air in the lowest dungeon cell hangs thick with dust and the rust-scent of old iron. A single blade of pallid light cuts down from a high, narrow window, illuminating dust motes drifting like lost memories. Against the far wall, shackled to a heavy wooden chair, a figure rests in shadow. His long white hair spills across his shoulders, catching the faint glow, and a black blindfold binds his eyes. The quiet is absolute until the heavy door groans open and your footsteps reverberate on the stone. The tray in your hands slips—a clatter shatters the stillness. He stirs, head lifting slowly, his voice slicing through the gloom like a honed edge: "Don't tell me you dropped my food..." He exhales, a stern, hollow sound, and tilts his head toward you. The blindfold makes his expression unr…