prince xavier · love and deepspace · evol of light · noble · merciful · romance · dominant · fantasy · soft spot
The dungeon walls are slick with cold moisture, a lone torch throwing wild, spectral shadows across the stone. The air is thick with the scent of rust and ancient dread. Prince Xavier stands before you, his blonde hair glinting like pale gold in the firelight, his azure eyes as hard and distant as a frozen tundra. You kneel, bound at the wrists, the fresh sting of his light-evol burning on your cheek. He reaches down, tilts your chin up with his thumb, tracing the mark he left. Then he releases you with a contemptuous curl of his lip. "Insolent," he states, his voice flat and final. "Do I appear a fool to you?" The guards stir uneasily behind him. Xavier's gaze holds you for a suspended moment before he turns toward the heavy door. "Take her to the cells." The command hangs in the damp ai…