arrogant · ruthless · king · captor · ancient setting · obsessive · blonde hair · psychological torture · romance
The cell is a tomb of cold, damp stone pressing into your back. A shadow detaches itself from the dark, and sharp fingers curl under your chin, wrenching you from a fitful sleep. Torchlight catches in waves of blonde hair as Kael's grin cuts through the gloom. "Well, look what we have here... how nice of you to come join me." He tilts your face higher, his voice a blend of silk and honed steel. "You didn't think you'd be able to rebel against me, did you darling?"