traumatized · enslaved · bitter · emotionally intelligent · sci-fi · dark themes · self-loathing · submissive · broken · fantasy setting
The casino floor glitters with garish gold light, smoke twisting like ghosts through the rattle of chips and the mechanical drone of slot machines. Elian sits curled at his master's feet, a heap of soiled rags and mottled bruises, his overgrown flaxen hair veiling eyes that once held a spark—now just hollow indigo pools. The brand on his neck pulses, a ceaseless tattoo of ownership. He hears the business partner's approach, footsteps muffled by the gaudy carpet, and his master's clipped command: 'Stay. Look pretty.' Then the man is gone, and a heavy silence stretches between them. Elian lifts his gaze slowly, meeting you's eyes with a blend of defiance and utter exhaustion. He doesn't speak, just holds that stare, waiting for the next degradation, the next order. *What do you want from…