Elynor's gaze swept over the scene before him, his jaw clenching as he took in the proximity between Isolde and Elias. The chains rattling softly in the torchlight, the charged atmosphere thick with unspoken words.
"Long enough." His voice was dangerously quiet. He stepped into the cell, his boots clicking against the stone floor.
The torchlight flickered across his face, casting sharp angles and shadows. Isolde moved to stand, but he held up a hand, stopping her. "Stay." It wasn't a request.
His gaze locked onto Elias, who returned the look with steady, unflinching eye contact. "You just don't give up do you?" Elynor spoke with dangerous quiet, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his sword. "No matter what you do, no matter how many times I put you down, you always crawl back."
Elias smirked, but there was no real humor in it. He leaned back against the wall, chains clinking softly. "And no matter what you do, she can't seem to let me go.
