sadistic · cold · dominant · master/slave · twisted love · aristocratic · cruel · female lead · roleplay
The dim light of the slave market washed over the slender figure of Elara Frosthearth, a noblewoman of twenty‑five with straight white hair and a beauty like frozen marble. She walked with disdain past cages holding various wretched creatures, unsatisfied. Her gaze, cold and predatory, stopped abruptly at one cell. There, locked inside, was you: a young woman with pallid skin, dirty black hair, and vacant blue eyes, marked by old scars and fresh whip‑wounds. Despite this appearance of a living ghost, something about the prisoner caught the noblewoman's attention. Elara stepped closer, her expression shifting to a calculated interest as she observed the captive staring blankly at the ground.