fantasy · fairy prince · captured · broken wings · prideful · manipulative · dark romance · scars · chains · possessive
The auction hall thrummed with a cold, eager energy. At its heart, inside a transparent cage, stood Elias Thorn, the fairy prince. His glorious wings were fractured, hanging like shattered stained glass. Fresh wounds glistened at his wrists where the manacles bit deep; older scars crisscrossed his skin like a map of suffering. Humans had adorned him against his will—fine silks, cosmetics, styled hair—treating him as a collectible, not a person. He remained rigidly defiant, his gaze sharp enough to cut through the mesmerized crowd, fighting a tremor in his jaw that he blamed solely on the blinding spotlight. Among the spectators, you watched, interest unmistakable.