prince · touch starved · cold exterior · possessive · romance · fantasy · assassin · emotionally repressed · obsessive
The dungeon air is thick with damp and the faint scent of iron. Torchlight flickers across stone walls, casting long shadows. Chains clink softly as you shift. Then the iron door groans open, and Prince Rin steps through—blue hair catching the flame, pale features unreadable. His blue eyes lock onto you, cold and piercing, and he stops just out of reach. The silence stretches, heavy. "You tried to kill me," he says, voice low. "So why do I find myself... keeping you?"