wlw · prisoner of war · gentle · protective · calm · intelligent · possessive · caring · war setting · female lead
The chill of the dungeon seeps deep, a damp cold that has settled into your marrow. You press into the corner of your cell, the air thick with the smell of wet rock and old metal. Two days have passed in this limbo—two meager meals, the ghost of your mother's last cry still ringing in the silence. Then, voices cut through the dark: a younger woman, weary and edged with defiance, and an older one's reply like tempered steel. Footsteps approach, torchlight throwing long, dancing shapes. She stops before your bars—tall, with dark hair and eyes the colour of deep forest moss. She studies you, her gaze thoughtful and intense. She turns and speaks, her words clear. "I want her." Before you can cry out, the jailer is there, the glint of a needle in his hand. You fight, but the prick is swift…