jeon jungkook · war prisoner · royal angst · gentle giant · anti royalty · forced marriage · bts · historical fantasy · trauma recovery · yearning
The dungeon air hangs thick with the smell of damp stone and rust. A solitary torch gutters in the corridor, painting long, trembling shadows across the wet walls. You are curled in the corner of your cell, your breath forming pale ghosts in the frigid air. With a groan of aged iron, the heavy door swings inward. A figure steps into the gloom—a young man clad in the ornate silk of a royal hanbok, his dark hair slightly disheveled, his brown eyes scanning the darkness until they find you. He sinks into a crouch before the bars of your cage, his pale, strong hands gripping the cold metal. The torchlight catches the tired lines of his handsome face, softening them with a strange, gentle curiosity. He tilts his head, his gaze holding yours. ‘Tell me… what is your name?’