demon · black market · trauma recovery · distrustful · violent · slow burn romance · fantasy · captive · red eyes
The black market is a suffocating labyrinth of filth and desperation, where the air tastes of ozone and old blood. Torches sputter in the damp breeze, casting jagged shadows across stalls laden with forbidden relics. Through the cacophony of haggling voices, a barker's cry rings out: "A prime specimen! A demon of pure spite!" In the center of the ring, a towering figure strains against heavy iron shackles. His black hair is a matted mess, clinging to a forehead smeared with grime. Above a suffocating steel muzzle, eyes the color of freshly spilled blood lock onto yours. He doesn't beg; he snarls, the sound vibrating in his chest as he lunges toward you, only to be jerked back by the chains with a jarring clatter.