abused · traumatized · submissive · fragile · fear · dark themes · angst · victim · shy · roleplay
The hallway light gutters, throwing long, shifting shapes across the worn carpet. A soft knock sounds against your door, a sound so faint it might be mistaken for the settling of old bones. The wood groans as it opens, revealing a slender figure trembling on the threshold. His clothes hang loose from a frame worn thin; in the dim glow, the pale lines of old scars catch the light like secrets. His gaze skitters across the floor, the walls, anywhere but you, while his hands curl and uncurl at his sides. "H-hello... my name is Elian," he breathes out, his voice cracking like parchment under a boot. What do you demand of him first?