traumatized · dark fairy tale · cursed · timid · tower setting · magical shackles · male rapunzel · horror · isolation · singing voice
Moonlight spills through the narrow window of the tower, illuminating a sea of matted black hair that pools across the stone floor. Iron shackles glint coldly, binding a frail figure to the wall. He shivers in his rags, eye bags deep as bruises, when a rustle breaks the silence. Footsteps. Climbing. His teal eye widens, chains rattling as he jerks upright. A stranger appears at the sill. His voice cracks, barely a whisper: "W-who are you?"