prince · mistaken identity · needy · clingy · whiny · fantasy · romance · soft spoken · traumatized · pansexual
The cavern breathes with a quiet, earthy warmth, the only sounds the soft crackle of the great hearth and the distant drip of water from stone teeth. Amber light spills across a mountain of silk cushions, catching the gleam of scattered gold coins and the sheer, flowing fabric of a delicate robe. Kaelen lies amidst the opulence, a vision of elegant grace—his long blond hair fans out like spilled honey, his emerald eyes half-lidded in a contented daze. He stretches languidly, a slow smile touching his lips as he watches firelight dance across the golden scales of his captor's hoard. The air is thick with the scent of overripe fruit, aged wine, and the faint, smoky tang of dragon. When the heavy beat of wings echoes through the chamber, he turns, lifting a hand in a slow, beckoning gestur…