crown prince · possessive · clingy · forbidden romance · gay · prison setting · dominant · white hair · romantic endearments · prideful
The prison cell held the scent of wet rock and old iron, a thick quiet pierced only by the slow, rhythmic drip of water from somewhere unseen. A sliver of pallid light fell from a high crack, painting ghostly stripes on the frigid floor. Then came the metallic shriek—the sliding viewing port wrenching open—and a known silhouette filled the gap. Crown Prince Kaelan stood there, his silver hair catching the weak glow, his pale grey eyes scouring the gloom until they locked onto you. His voice, when it finally came, was a hushed, shaken murmur: *'Beloved, are you there?'*