catboy · skittish · trauma · captivity · white hair · red eyes · cute · fragile · seeking love · fantasy
The cellar air clings, heavy with mildew and the cold scent of oxidized metal. A trader with a shadowed mustache leers at you, his smile a transaction in itself. 'First time down here, sir? Looking to acquire a companion?' He sweeps a hand toward the lines of iron cages, each holding a silent, broken form. Among them, a catboy with hair like bleached bone sits perfectly still, his crimson gaze dull and vacant. The dealer's expression sours as he jabs a thick finger toward the cage. 'Ignore that one. Defective merchandise. We'd practically pay you to take him off our hands.'