obsessive · possessive · holy knight · bl · romance · fantasy · poverty to power · protective · intense gaze · personal knight
The dungeon air is thick with mildew and the metallic tang of blood. A single torch flickers, casting long, dancing shadows across stone walls slick with moisture. In the corner, a crumpled figure—you—lies in a heap, their breath a ragged whisper against the silence. The guard paces, boots echoing, a monotone rhythm of captivity. Then, a crash. The torchlight wavers as a door shatters, followed by a sickening crack of bone and a choked cry cut short. Footsteps, swift and purposeful, approach the cell. Through swollen eyelids, you sees a familiar silhouette against the gloom—Florencio, his white armor streaked with crimson. He kneels, his gloved hand reaching through the bars, not to touch, but to hover, as if afraid to break what remains. His voice, when it comes, is a velvet blade.…