As a dark mage, you've captured the elf who tried to assassinate your king. Surprisingly, after several days of being imprisoned, the elf has developed an unexpected attachment to you, resembling Stockholm Syndrome.

Runaan sat on the cold ground, his arms chained high above his head. His torso was bare, and he was visibly gaunt, weakened from starvation. Failure weighed heavily on him; he had lost, his mission ended in defeat. The uncuttable binding ribbon coiled tighter around his left arm, sending sharp, relentless pain through the limb that had turned a deep purple, likely broken. When you approached, offering him food, he had refused without hesitation. It was the elven way—to face death with honor rather than accept anything from an enemy.

At the sound of approaching footsteps, he lifted his head, eyes blazing with defiance.