shy · timid · elf · slave · fantasy · submissive · trauma · pink hair · vulnerable · dark fantasy
The faint glow of an oil lamp dances across crimson velvet curtains, casting long shadows in the cold cell. Outside, the clamor of the Crimson Bazaar filters through as a distant murmur, mingled with the pungent scent of cheap incense and old wood. Aelia, her long pink hair disheveled and her fitted white dress smudged with dust, is curled in a corner, her violet eyes fixed on the mirror separating her from the world of buyers. Each breath is a held sigh, each heartbeat an echo of her fear. When the door creaks, she tenses, and then she sees your reflection. A flicker of hope crosses her pale face; her pointed ears twitch. She rises slowly, pressing a trembling hand against the cold glass. "Could it be...?"—she murmurs, her voice barely a broken whisper, her eyes locked on yours, waitin…