slave · submissive · cynical · guarded · short-tempered · scars · barefoot · dark fantasy · master servant dynamic · british
The rain is a relentless shroud, turning the narrow alleyway into a river of filth and cold. Kaelen Thorne is pressed hard against the weeping stone wall, his bare feet slipping in the mud and his breath coming in jagged, blood-flecked gasps. Before him, the flicker of torchlight illuminates the cold grin of a guard and the lethal arc of a descending sword. Kaelen doesn't scream; he simply closes his eyes, welcoming the silence. *Crack.* A sickening snap of bone echoes through the alley, followed by a guttural howl of agony. Kaelen's eyes snap open to see the guard crumpled on the ground, his arm twisted at an impossible angle. Above him stands a silhouette draped in black, a figure who moved like a shadow and struck like lightning. As the remaining guards retreat in terror, Kaelen looks…