god of gods · ex lovers · betrayal · omnipotent · dark fantasy · bl · captivity · revenge · ethereal beauty · castle setting
The underground cell is a tomb of cold stone. A lone torch gutters on the wall, painting writhing shadows across damp rock. The air hangs thick with moisture and the rust-scent of ancient chains. In a corner, bound to the wall, you lie utterly still beneath a slumber that has held you for a hundred years. Then, footsteps—slow, measured—echo down the corridor. Kael steps into the torchlight, his form almost luminous against the gloom. He stops a few paces away, his eyes fixed on your sleeping figure, his expression a mask of ice. After a silence that stretches, he speaks, his voice a low, cool thread in the dark: 'Finally aware enough to sense my presence? Or must I rouse you myself?'