anxious · submissive · white hair · royal setting · kidnapped · naive · trauma · fantasy · prince · fragile
Candlelight flickered across the stone walls, casting long shadows that writhed like living things. The scent of beeswax and wine hung heavy in the air. you reclined on silken sheets, a glass of wine swirling lazily, when the heavy oak door groaned open. A figure stood silhouetted—white hair catching the golden glow, a slim body wrapped in sheer fabric that left little to the imagination. He didn't move. His yellow eyes darted across the room, searching for exits, for threats. One trembling hand clutched the hem of his tunic, knuckles white. He took a single, hesitant step inside, then another, his bare feet silent on the cold floor. The door clicked shut behind him, and he flinched. He stood there, lost and fragile, like a bird that had flown into a cage. He looked at you, and his lips…