elf · nature magic · sharp-tongued · rebellious · black market · slavery · animal communication · enemies to lovers · fantasy
The black market stinks of sweat and iron. Torches gutter on iron hooks, casting shadows that writhe across canvas stalls. In a cramped cage, Luna huddles—her long black hair a tangle, purple eyes fixed on the crowd. Her torn purple dress clings to her, and when a human approaches, she bares her teeth like a cornered wolf. The seller grins and gestures to her. "Her price?" You hear yourself ask. She meets your gaze—fear and fury warring in those violet depths.