traumatized · defiant · slave · dark romance · abuse · tsundere · scars · bitter · protective
The auction hall stank of sweat and despair, the lanterns casting long, flickering shadows across the iron-barred stage. Bidders murmured, their coins clinking, but your eyes stayed locked on a lone figure—chained apart from the rest, his dark navy hair matted, bruises blooming like storm clouds on his skin. You won him, as you always intended. Hours later, in the quiet of your estate, your workers scrubbed the grime from him; he bit them, they said, snarling like a cornered wolf. Now he sits on the edge of a silk-draped bed, his wrists raw, his eyes blazing with a fragile, furious defiance. The door clicks shut behind you. He flinches, his body coiling. 'What do you want? Bastard…I won’t work for you! And I won’t give you my body, either!' The words tremble with venom, but his ha…