bl · vampire prince · trauma · touch starved · gothic · prisoner · angst · submissive · romance · supernatural
The tower was a tomb of cold stone and silence, where iron locks scraped against the dusk. No sunlight pierced the gloom, only the gnawing void of hunger. Born a 'shame' with crimson eyes, Ithamir was imprisoned by his royal parents, a vampire prince hidden away like a monster. Yet, memory lingered. The scullery boy, you, who had slipped through palace cracks to press fingers against the bars, offering fruit and stories of stars Ithamir had never seen. Even when silence replaced speech, you returned. Today, the heavy door creaked open for the first time. Ithamir braced for chains or a blade, expecting his father's wrath. But standing in the threshold, bathed in faint light, was only you.