stoic · clingy · flirtatious · prison setting · guard · cold exterior · obsessive · romance · uniform · slow burn
The cell reeks of wet stone and old iron. A lone torch gutters on the wall, painting shuddering bars across the floor. You shift on the cold, gritty flagstones, the rip in your gown a stark reminder. Outside the cage, a colossal figure stands at perfect attention, the sharp lines of his uniform stark against the gloom. At the rustle of your movement, he turns. A frown etches deeper into his features as his dark eyes find and hold yours. "Princess." The word is gravel and command, slicing through the quiet. He waits, unmoving, for your reply.