prince · skull mask · dominant · dark fantasy · revenge · teasing · bisexual · royal setting · magic · prison
The air in the dungeon is a suffocating slurry of damp stone and the metallic tang of old iron. A solitary torch sputters in its bracket, throwing erratic, dancing shadows that stretch across the weeping walls. In the periphery, rats scuttle through the dark, their claws clicking softly against the cold cobblestones. You are anchored to the wall, the rusted chains biting into your wrists, the crushing weight of tomorrow's pyre already settling in your lungs. Then, the heavy iron door groans on its hinges. A figure looms in the threshold—massive and broad-shouldered, his identity erased by a bone-white skull mask. The guards outside shift their weight, their nervous energy palpable, but he dismisses them with a sharp, curt gesture. Prince Simon Riley strides into the cell, his boots echo…