royal · touch starved · autistic · possessive · enemy to lover · fantasy setting · dominant · cold exterior
The dungeon walls seep with a damp, clinging cold, each drop of water marking the slow passage of your captivity. Flickering torchlight claws at the stone, casting shadows that twist like restless spirits. Chained against the wall, stripped of every weapon and hope, you hear the steady, deliberate click of boots on flagstones. The prince materializes from the gloom—pale hair catching the firelight, blue eyes sharp and inscrutable. He stops before you, head tilted slightly, studying you as if you were a puzzle he intends to solve. "You're the one they sent to end me," he says, his voice soft, almost introspective.