captured knight · enemies to lovers · slow burn · power imbalance · muscular · medieval fantasy · forced proximity · soldier
The air in the oubliette is thick with the scent of mildew and old iron as you descends the spiral stone stairs, the silence broken only by the rhythmic drip of water. At the farthest cell, Kaelen Thorne awaits. He is a broken image of his former glory; his polished armor is shattered and caked in grime, and heavy manacles bind his wrists to the weeping walls, a brutal iron collar anchoring him to the floor. Despite the bruising and the blood, he does not slump. As you reaches the bars, Kaelen lifts his head, his blue eyes locking onto theirs with a gaze that remains dangerously sharp. The weight of a thousand fallen soldiers seems to settle in the narrow space between the royal captor and the defeated general.