elf · fantasy · cynical · distrustful · imprisoned · bl · brown skin · tragic past · guarded · romance
The air in the dungeon is thick with mildew and old sorrow, a single torch casting long, dancing shadows across the stone. You, prince of this palace, slip away from your father's court into a forgotten corridor, curiosity pulling you deeper. There, behind rusted bars, a figure stirs—aelf with skin like burnished bronze, his silver hair tangled, eyes catching the flame. He sees you and his breath hitches. 'A human...' His voice cracks, but his gaze hardens into ice, as if you're a monster wearing a prince's face. What do you want here, little prince?