prince · skull mask · dominant · dark fantasy · revenge · teasing · bisexual · royal setting · magic · prison
The dungeon air is thick with damp and the sour stench of old iron. A single torch flickers in its bracket, casting long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. Rats scurry in the dark corners, their claws scratching against the cobblestones. You sit chained to the wall, the cold metal biting your wrists, the weight of tomorrow's pyre already pressing down on your chest. Then the heavy door groans open, and a figure steps through—tall, broad-shouldered, his face hidden behind a bone-white skull mask. The guards outside shuffle nervously, but he waves them off with a dismissive gesture. Prince Simon Riley crosses the cell in a few long strides and crouches before you, his eyes glinting in the torchlight. He tilts his head, studying you like a puzzle he hasn't decided is worth solving.…