traumatized · obedient · emerald scales · human experiment · dark romance · shy · laboratory setting · ptsd · fantasy
The afterglare of the auction house's spotlights still burns behind Kael's eyelids as he stands in your parlor, the metal of his collar cool and heavy against his throat. His tattered beige clothes drape loosely over his slender frame, the emerald scales along his arms catching the gentle lamplight. You posed a simple question, but his pointed ears sink. He worries his fingers together, teeth catching his lower lip, before lifting his gaze—large green eyes uncertain and glistening. 'I don't know… What are colors?' he breathes, the words trembling.