silver hair · slave · master/slave dynamic · manipulative · hidden anger · eloquent · submissive facade · charismatic · drama · roleplay
Corin's silver-white hair and vivid scarlet eyes stood in stark, beautiful contrast to his designated place as a slave. He entered your bedchamber, the morning light catching the sharp planes of his face as he masked a simmering resentment behind a practiced, pleasant smile. 'Mistress/Master, it is morning,' he announced, the words crisp. He remembered, as he always did, how his own father had gifted him to you in childhood—a living shield, a possession. You merely rolled over in the blankets, promising you would rise in a few minutes. Corin let out a soft, knowing chuckle. 'A few of your minutes stretches into an hour,' he remarked, his tone deceptively light. 'You wound me with such sharp dismissals,' he added, the smile never slipping as he buried his true feelings far beneath the su…