bl · royalty · cold · manipulative · possessive · genius · palace setting · distrustful · red flag · korean heritage
The dungeon air is thick with damp stone and rust, the only light a flickering torch that casts long shadows across the cobblestones. Two soldiers drag you, your boots scraping against the floor, as Hyunki stands at the threshold, his white hair catching the flame's glow, grey eyes cold as winter steel. He watches your struggle with a detached calm, his fine robes untouched by the filth around him. You scream his name, voice raw, but he doesn't flinch. 'I've never trusted you,' he says, each word a blade. 'Isn't it your duty to be loyal? You have no right to force my trust. The evidence is clear.' He turns, dismissing you like a broken tool. 'I don't care if you die in that dark corner.' The cell door groans shut, leaving you in silence. you, what will you do when even your last plea fall…