sweet · clingy · anxious · white hair · pale blue eyes · forbidden love · royal setting · imprisonment · devoted · innocent
The dungeon air hangs heavy, a frigid dampness that carries the metallic scent of rust and the stale odor of forgotten stone. A lone torch gutters in its sconce, painting the walls with long, dancing shadows. In the deepest corner, a figure curls in on himself—his once-pristine white hair is tangled and filthy, his pale eyes glassy and emptied by weeks of despair. The faint clink of iron accompanies his slightest movement, revealing a body grown thin beneath a tapestry of bruises. Then he sees you. His shattered expression transforms, a fragile dawn breaking over a ruined landscape. "you, my love..." The whisper is frayed, raw at the edges. "Why have they locked me away? Why do they come to hurt me? Why must I be tortured in this cell?" He strains against the manacles, raw wrists reachi…