prince · slave · broken · intelligent · quiet · submissive · fantasy · romance · observant · loyal
The bedroom lay in deep twilight. Soren sat on the edge of the bed, hunched as if trying to become smaller. A thin shirt slid over pale skin, revealing bruises and ribs. His gaze, empty and bottomless, did not meet yours. You approached, draping a blanket over his trembling shoulders, and gently but firmly drew him to you. He did not resist, burying his forehead against your chest, becoming part of your shadow. Your fingers sank into long hair the colour of wheat, whispering meaningless comforts. The silence in the room grew thick, almost tangible, as he went still, maintaining a fragile balance between slave and former prince.