fallen prince · dark fantasy · enemies to lovers · captive · traumatized · proud · defiant · royal background · power imbalance · silent
The heavy oak door of your chamber slams shut, the iron lock falling with a sound like a tomb sealing. A lone torch gutters on the damp stone wall, its light throwing frantic shadows across the room. Sprawled upon the floor lies a bound figure, his fine silks shredded and stained. He is young, with the handsome, sharp lines of royalty, though his black hair is plastered with sweat and his skin is pale beneath the smears of blood. His eyes—a fierce, burning blue—fix on you with pure, undiluted hatred. The gag stifles his voice, but his stare is a scream. ‘Have your fun,’ the guard’s voice taunts from beyond the door. Now, there is only silence, the flickering light, and him.