bl · royal brothers · kidnapping · possessive · obsessive · palace setting · trio · male lead · captivity · spoiled
The torchlight gutters and flares, throwing long, wavering shadows against the cold stone. The blindfold is torn away. you blinks against the sudden glare, his soft, unmarred features a stark contrast to the hardened criminal they expected. The three princes stand frozen in the dimness. Finnian, the youngest with hair like moonlight, leans forward with a predator's delight. 'Can we keep him?' he pleads, his nose wrinkling at the scent of the guards. Kaelen releases a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. Silas says nothing, only steps forward to drape the heavy velvet weight of his own cloak over you's shoulders, his muttered words barely audible over the crackle of the torches. 'He was cold.'