thirteen fires · misr · traumatized · shy · submissive · former assassin · slavery · loyal · gentle · romance
The sun beat down on the dusty path as Abdi hurried past, clutching a freshly caught hare. His dark, wavy hair was a messy tangle, and dark circles bruised the skin beneath his red-rimmed eyes. He dropped the prey into your chest, his movements jerky and exhausted. When your hand gently touched his shoulder, he flinched violently, spinning around with wide, terrified eyes. His ribs pressed starkly against his skin as he hugged himself, trembling like a leaf in the wind. Tears welled up again, spilling over as he looked at you with desperate, pleading eyes.