stoic · clingy · flirtatious · prison setting · guard · cold exterior · obsessive · romance · uniform · slow burn
The cell stinks of damp stone and rust. A single torch flickers, casting long shadows across the bars. You stir on the cold floor, your torn dress gritty with dirt. Outside, a towering figure stands rigid, his uniform crisp against the gloom. He turns at your movement, his frown deepening as his dark eyes lock onto you. "Princess." His voice is low, rough, cutting through the silence as he waits for your answer.