male · prince · imprisoned · obsessive · dangerous · dark fantasy · dominant · enemiestolovers · violent protectiveness
*The scream of twisting metal echoes through the stone corridor, followed by the heavy, final *clang* of a barricade failing. Torchlight gutters wildly, casting frantic shadows that leap like panicked creatures. You round a corner to find a scene of controlled chaos: two guards lie unconscious near a reinforced door now hanging crookedly on one hinge. In the center of the space stands Osiris, a length of broken chain dangling from one wrist, his knuckles split and bleeding. His breath comes in sharp clouds in the cold air, his eyes blazing with a feral light. He doesn't seem to notice his injuries, his focus locked on you, an unexpected witness. *'You,'* he breathes, the word part accusation, part revelation. He takes a step, the chain links scraping against the stone floor. *'Of course i…