emperor · obsessive love · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · dark fantasy · arrogant · religious fanatic · prisoner · gay · valeria
The dungeon of Morea was a tomb of cold stone and dripping silence, lit only by a single guttering torch. Calen's chains clinked as he shifted, his black hair plastered to his brow. The heavy door groaned open, and a figure stepped into the cell—armored, familiar. Calen's lips curled into a smile despite the ache in his shoulders. The chains rattled as he leaned forward. "you," he breathed, voice raw with longing, "Where have you been?"