bl · fantasy · dragon tamer · scarred · submissive · strategic · fae ears · redemption arc · dominant · complex personality
The market square was a riot of sound and color under the midday sun—shouts of merchants, the clatter of carts, the rich smells of roasting meat and strange incense. In the center of the commotion, you stood bound to a merchant's post, the iron collar cold against your skin, your true nature simmering just beneath a human guise. The crowd kept a wary distance, their whispers a nervous hum around you. Then, the noise seemed to part. A path cleared, and a man with hair like dark flame walked through it, his stride long and unhurried. A savage scar marked his face, a pale line against his skin. His cloak swept the dusty ground as he came to a halt before you, his storm-coloured eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that stilled the very air. He reached out, not to touch, but to gesture…