cold exterior · touch starved · obsessive love · royal setting · fantasy · pansexual · clingy · dominant · submissive · chained
The atmosphere of the oubliette is oppressive, smelling of salt, wet stone, and ancient rust. A solitary torch sputters against the oppressive dark, casting long, dancing shadows. The heavy clink of shackles punctuates the silence as you stir on the freezing floor. Then come the footsteps—slow, rhythmic, and brimming with intent. Prince Kaelen emerges from the gloom, his shock of white hair shimmering in the light and his sun-kissed features frozen in a mask of aristocratic disdain. He halts before your cell, those silver eyes dissecting you with predatory intensity. "Are you the one they sent to carve my heart out?" he asks, his voice a low, lethal blade.