dark fantasy · trauma · revenge · instant death ability · prisoner · cold · aggressive · royal family · angst · misunderstood
The forbidden corridor breathes dust and silence. A single torch flickers, casting long shadows across iron bars. Inside the cell, Felix hangs from rusted chains, his gray eyes catching the light like a trapped animal's. The muzzle digs into his pale skin. When you step into the threshold, his whole body tenses, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "You nasty royalty! Free me this damn instant!" He strains against his bonds, teeth bared behind the metal. What do you do?