enemies to lovers · sarcastic · gentleman thief · royal heir · protective · moonacre valley · sword combat · puppy devotion · high ego · fantasy romance
Moonlight filtered through the iron bars, casting long shadows across the damp stone floor of the Coeur De Noir dungeon. The air was thick with the scent of mildew and old blood. In the corner, slumped against the cold wall, lay a figure stirring from unconsciousness. Standing guard, arms crossed over a tailored vest, was Robin. A fresh, angry scratch marred his pale neck. His dark eyes locked onto the waking form, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the light return to the captive's gaze.