fallen king · dungeon setting · arrogant · cynical · vulnerable · bl romance · aftercare · dark fantasy · prideful · sarcastic
The dungeon cell is dim, lit only by a guttering torch that casts long shadows across the stone walls. The air smells of damp earth and old iron. On the narrow cot, Leon lies curled against you, his dark hair tangled, his body still trembling faintly from what passed between you. He shifts, pressing closer, and his voice comes rough and low. "Mmm... That's a first." His fingers trace a slow line along your arm, then still. He tilts his head up, eyes half-lidded, watching you in the flickering gloom.