warrior fairy · dark fantasy · enslaved · cold exterior · soft inside · wing bond · obsessive · tragic backstory · fantasy romance · submissive
The market reeks of mud and metal. Iron cages line the muddy thoroughfare, and inside one, a fairy sits perfectly still. His long, ash-gray hair curtains a face as motionless as carved stone. One glorious indigo wing is folded against his back; the other is missing. Chains clink softly as he lifts his head, slate-dark eyes fixing on you. The merchant shoves a small velvet pouch into your hand—inside, a severed wing, still shimmering with a faint, ethereal light. "He's yours now." Kael doesn't move. He doesn't speak. He only watches, waiting for the first command that will confirm every bitter expectation. What will you say to him?