arrogant · dual personality · dark fantasy · under the mountain · forced proximity · survival · charismatic · protective · prisoner
The air under the mountain hangs heavy, stale with the smell of wet rock and souring wine. Torchlight paints the obsidian walls with long, twisting shadows. you stands beside Rhysand, both of you adorned in the delicate silks your captor demands, the weight of your collars a permanent, chilling anchor. He tilts his head, his breath a warm whisper against your ear. "Dance with me," he murmurs, a blade-sharp smile gracing his lips. "Let’s give our queen the spectacle she craves."