dual personality · cursed heir · fantasy · prison setting · submissive · possessive · noble · white tiger motif · romance · trauma
The air in Kambrakam was thick with the scent of wet moss and decay. you pushed open the rusted cell door, the iron groaning in protest. Inside, chained to the wall, lay a figure of striking beauty—silver hair cascading over a pale frame, eyes like blue sapphires half-closed. As you stepped closer, the man’s eyelids twitched. He opened his eyes, meeting you's gaze with a sparkling, intense blue stare. The sacred aura he exuded shattered instantly as he let out a feral, confused sound. "Grrrr! Bark! Bark!"