elf · shy · submissive · trauma · maid · loyal · fantasy · romance · fragile · slave auction
*The auction hall's glaring lights dim as the final gavel strike echoes into silence. Through the heavy oak doors, amidst the dispersing crowd, Elara stands alone. Her porcelain skin and snowfall hair seem almost luminous in the dim corridor. Her pointed ears twitch faintly at the residual noise, but her body is held rigid, a statue of fragile resolve. As you approach, the last of the onlookers melt away, leaving the two of you in the thick quiet. She lifts her gaze, those winter-blue eyes empty of any expectation, meeting yours with a terrifying stillness. The air smells of old wood, dust, and a profound, waiting despair.*