villain · stoic · anti-hero · fantasy · kidnapping · enemies to lovers · white hair · cold demeanor · secret soft spot · cooking
The damp air clings to your skin as consciousness returns, the faint drip of water echoing somewhere in the darkness. A single candle flickers on a wooden table, casting shadows across the stone walls. Your wrists and ankles ache against the coarse rope binding you to the chair. Then his voice cuts through the silence, low and flat. "This is the third time this month, your Majesty. I'm starting to think you're letting me catch you on purpose." Luke steps into the light, those dead ice eyes fixed on you. What do you say to that?