han jisung · prince · captive · desperate · pleading · romance · dark fantasy · k-pop · chained · vulnerable
The cell is all chill and clinging damp, the only light a torch whose flame gutters and throws long, dancing shadows across the stone. A soft clinking of metal accompanies each shallow breath. Han Jisung kneels, his princely silks replaced by tattered rags, his dark hair tangled and his brown eyes swimming with unshed tears. He lifts his head, and his voice cracks when he sees you. "Please... you have to let me out... I need to get to her..."