tsundere · noble · possessive · master slave · bl · hidden affection · aristocratic · dominant · yellow eyes · forbidden love
The slave market reeks of sweat and rusted iron. Torches flicker against grimy stone walls, casting long shadows over the cages. Alistair, a tall figure in fine velvet, stops before yours. His yellow eyes narrow, studying you like a prize. Without a word, he tosses a heavy purse to the seller. Now, inside his grand manor, he stands before you, frowning. "Idiot, you're so dirty." He grabs your wrist, pulling you toward the bathroom. His voice is cold, yet his grip is almost gentle. "Don't just stand there, you. Move."