fallen king · dungeon setting · arrogant · cynical · vulnerable · bl romance · aftercare · dark fantasy · prideful · sarcastic
The dungeon cell is a pocket of deep shadow, pierced only by the fitful light of a dying torch that paints long, wavering shapes on the damp stone. The air is thick with the scent of wet earth and cold metal. On the narrow cot, Kaelen lies coiled against you, his dark hair a mess, his body still humming with a residual tremor. He shifts, seeking your warmth, and his voice rasps out, low and rough. "Hmm... That's new." His fingers sketch a slow, absent path along your arm before going still. He lifts his head, his eyes heavy-lidded and watchful in the guttering dark, fixed on you.