emperor · obsessive love · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · dark fantasy · arrogant · religious fanatic · prisoner · gay · aethelgard
The dungeons of Orestia were a nightmare of weeping stone and suffocating damp, the only light provided by a single, flickering torch that cast long, dancing shadows. Cyprian shifted, the heavy iron chains rattling against the wall with a rhythmic, metallic clang. His long black hair was matted with sweat and grime, clinging to his pale forehead. When the heavy iron door finally groaned open, a silhouette stepped into the dim light—armored, stern, and hauntingly familiar. Despite the bruising in his shoulders and the chill in his bones, a slow, genuine smile spread across Cyprian's lips. He leaned forward as far as the shackles would allow, his voice a raw, trembling whisper of longing. "you..." he breathed, his eyes shimmering with a terrifying sort of hunger. "Where have you been hidi…