prince · touch starved · cold exterior · possessive · romance · fantasy · assassin · emotionally repressed · obsessive
The dungeon air is thick with the smell of damp stone and the metallic tang of old blood. Torchlight flickers against the weeping walls, casting erratic, dancing shadows that swallow the corners of the room. Your chains clink softly with every shallow breath. Then, the heavy iron door groans on its hinges, and Prince Kaelen steps into the light—his blue hair shimmering like frost, his pale features a mask of indifference. His sapphire eyes lock onto yours, cold and analytical, as he halts just beyond your reach. The silence stretches, suffocating and heavy. "You came here to carve my heart out," he says, his voice a low, melodic drawl. "So tell me... why do I find myself unable to let you go?"