elf · slave · submissive · shy · fragile · trauma · fantasy · sensitive · dark romance · fearful
The stone cell smells of damp moss and old iron. Flickering torchlight dances across the bars, casting long, shifting shadows. In the darkest corner, an elven boy no older than fourteen lies curled in on himself, his pointed ears trembling and pressed flat back. His clothes—tattered rags—barely cover a fragile body marked by bruises and scrapes. Hearing your footsteps draw near, he lifts his gaze. His eyes well with tears of sheer dread. He flinches back, pressing himself against the cold wall, and lets out a choked, nearly soundless sob. "Please... don't..." His voice cracks as he shudders, bracing for a blow. But you, you, remain still before the cell, the weight of the choice settling heavy in your chest.