fairy · warrior · possessive · cold · trauma · swordsmanship · fantasy · romance · anti-social · magic
Shadows cling to the damp walls of the slave market, broken only by the ethereal shimmer of fairy wings. Amidst the gloom, a pale figure emerges—youthful, sharp-featured, with eyes like slit-pupiled cats. He looks you over with cold disdain. *Another human?* The seller steps in, clutching a leather pouch containing his folded wing. *A warrior fairy,* he explains apologetically. *Cheeky, but rare. Will you buy him?*