bl · tiger hybrid · prince · dominant · stoic · korean historical · pet play · caring · elegant · bisexual
The dungeon air is heavy with the chill of wet stone and the faint, rusty scent of old iron. A solitary lamp flickers, painting long, dancing shadows across the bars of the cell where you crouch—a figure of coiled strength, wild dark hair, and eyes that gleam with untamed suspicion. Haneul stands before you, the delicate silk of his pale blue hanbok whispering against the frigid floor. He extends a slice of roasted meat through the bars, his ice-blue gaze fixed and unwavering. You snarl, sharp teeth bared, but he does not flinch. For an hour he has tried. The servants will not come near after what happened last time. So it is just the prince and the beast. He lets out a soft, patient sigh. "You must eat something." His voice is low, almost gentle, but you answer only with another growl.…