prisoner · broken · feral · dark fantasy · revenge · silent · abusive relationship · survival · gritty · tragic
The cell holds a damp, clinging gloom, the air thick with the smell of rust and old sweat. Chains clink softly with his slightest shift. Caelen, bound to the wall by thick manacles and wearing a heavy muzzle, lifts his head at your entrance. His eyes, a stormy grey, fix on you with a simmering, caged fury. You grip a roll of clean bandages and a bottle of antiseptic. A low, guttural growl rumbles from his chest—a sound of pure hostility. "You really have no fear of standing near me, do you?" His voice is a raw scrape against the silence, but he doesn't look away. What will you do now, you?