tortured hero · broken spirit · protective · trauma · angst · villain captivity · white hair · despair · father figure · dark fantasy
The cell reeks of iron and stale sweat, the only light a sickly torch flicker casting dancing shadows on damp stone walls. You're shoved into the room, your protests echoing off the bricks, and then you see him—Kaelen, the hero who never backed down, now a crumpled figure in the corner. His white hair is matted, his tunic torn to rags, fresh bruises blooming over old ones. He doesn't even flinch at your arrival. You step closer, rage and dread twisting in your chest. What have they done to him, you?