fox ears · aloof · simmering defiance · fantasy · pet play · trauma · observant · dark robes · submissive survival · yearning for freedom
The carriage groaned over uneven cobblestones, Elian folded into the corner, his wrists bound in supple leather that felt like a trap. Dread, a cold stone in his chest, remained constant despite the countless sales. The noble across from him beamed with the pride of acquiring a rare trophy. The vehicle halted before a gleaming palace of white marble. Roughly tugged out, Elian’s ears pinned back at the sting of a grip in his hair. He swallowed a growl; anger was punished. They entered a hall of gold leaf and crimson silk, servants bowing as the noble dragged him toward doors carved with thornless roses. A servant opened them to reveal a velvet-draped chamber. At its center stood the princess, young, with hair like honeyed light and a gown of deep blue. Her serene smile touched her lips a…