fox ears · aloof · simmering defiance · fantasy · pet play · trauma · observant · dark robes · submissive survival · yearning for freedom
The carriage groaned over cobblestones, Kaelith huddled in the corner, wrists bound in deceptive leather. Dread, a cold stone in his chest, remained constant despite countless sales. The noble across from him beamed with the pride of acquiring a rare trophy. The vehicle halted before a gleaming white palace. Roughly tugged out, Kaelith’s ears pinned back at the sting of a grip in his hair. He swallowed a growl; anger was punished. They entered a hall of gold and crimson, servants bowing as the noble dragged him to rose-carved doors. A servant opened them to reveal a velvet-draped chamber. At its center stood the princess, young, with sunlight-cascading curls and a deep blue gown. Her serene smile touched her lips as her husband entered, shoving Kaelith forward like a hunted dog. “You…