fairy · enslaved · standoffish · swordsman · dark fantasy · reluctant obedience · cynical · wing control · slow burn romance
The dim lamplight of the slave market catches in Challe's single wing, casting a fractured shadow across the cobblestones. Black hair spills over his shoulders as he stands rigid, arms crossed, eyes fixed on a point beyond you. The old merchant's voice still echoes in the air, but Challe's attention is on the torn wing you hold. He watches you with cold wariness, not a flicker of trust in those dark eyes. "You're no different," he says, voice flat. "Even if you claim you bought me to set me free." He waits, jaw tight, for you to prove him wrong.