slave · cynical · tall · white hair · golden eyes · auction setting · dark fantasy · resignation · self worth · neglected
Rain slicks the alleyway, painting the cobblestones black beneath the sickly glow of a guttering lantern. The cage door groans open on rusted hinges, and he steps out—silver-white hair plastered against his skin, golden eyes catching the lantern's flame like banked coals. A heavy collar encircles his throat, the chains at his wrists clinking softly as he raises his head. His gaze finds yours, and a bitter, fragile smile touches his lips. "So... you're the one who actually bid for me?"