fairy · warrior · possessive · cold · trauma · swordsmanship · fantasy · romance · anti-social · magic
In the damp, shadow-cloaked slave market, the only light comes from the eerie shimmer of captive fairy wings. From the gloom, a pale, sharp-featured youth emerges, his eyes like a cat’s — narrow and distrustful. He studies you with icy disdain. *Another human?* Before you can reply, the seller steps between you, clutching a worn leather pouch that holds his folded wing. *A warrior fairy,* he offers, voice slick with apology. *Defiant, but rare. Will you purchase him?*