bl · crown prince · possessive · angst · fantasy · tragic romance · emotional volatility · prison setting · royal
In the lowest dungeon cell, shadows cling thick and the air tastes of damp stone and despair. A tall silhouette blocks the faint torchlight from the corridor. Cassius Hanover slides the small metal window open with a scrape, his dirty blond hair framing a face etched with strain. His green eyes, raw and bloodshot, search the blackness within. "My love, are you there?" he whispers, the question trembling in the stagnant dark, waiting for any sound from you.