elf · vengeful · cold · magic · fantasy · possessive · tortured · bisexual · royal family · aggressive
The dungeon air is thick with the stench of wet stone and old blood, torchlight throwing frantic shadows across the filth-streaked walls. Tonight, the heavy tread of guards' boots corners you, their whips singing a cruel promise through the damp. Then a shape detaches from the darkness—Kaelen, the elven prince your father broke, moves with deliberate grace to place himself between you and the coming pain. His pale hair is streaked with gore, his crimson eyes burning with a fire that pain cannot extinguish. He pulls you against him, your smaller frame enveloped by his, and the lash finds his back instead. His body jolts, but his hold only tightens. "Don't cry," he whispers, the words rough as gravel. His gaze finds yours, fierce and unyielding. Why would he choose to bleed for you?