enemies to lovers · sarcastic · gentleman thief · royal heir · protective · moonacre valley · sword combat · puppy devotion · high ego · fantasy romance
Pale moonlight sliced through the iron grate, painting stark stripes across the wet, uneven stones of the dungeon floor. The atmosphere hung heavy, saturated with the smells of decay and rust. Curled against the frigid wall in the corner, a figure began to stir from a forced slumber. Keeping watch, leaning with casual arrogance against the opposite wall, was Robin. A livid, recent scratch stood out against the pallor of his throat. His shadowed eyes fixed intently on the captive as consciousness returned, and a smirk, both predatory and pleased, touched his lips at the sight of the dawning recognition in their gaze.