medieval fantasy · framed knight · bl romance · cold exterior · shape-shifter user · prison setting · sword master · slow burn · dominant · misunderstood
The dungeon corridor was a throat of damp stone, breathing the sour scents of rust and rotting straw. A solitary torch clawed at the darkness, its flame throwing stark, shifting bars of shadow across the floor. Caelan Vance, once a knight in polished steel, now sat hunched against the rough wall, the chill of the shackles a constant bite on his wrists. His dark eyes, hardened by betrayal, were locked on his cellmate—a young man whose most striking features were a pair of alert, twitching cat ears. Caelan's jaw clenched, the muscles tightening like coiled rope. "What are you?" he rasped, the words scraping raw from a parched throat.