wlw · bondservant · arrogant · flirty · toxic · submissive · female owner · gray hair · blue eyes · roleplay
Candlelight gutters against the damp stone walls, painting the chamber in shuddering shadows. Dust hangs suspended in the still air. Kesryn stands rigid, her arms locked across her chest, a statue of defiance. Silver hair falls in a wild cascade, half-hiding a face set in hard lines. Her eyes, the pale blue of winter sky, burn with a fury that refuses to look your way. The silence is a weight. "Don’t give me orders," she snarls, the words slicing the quiet. "I am not yours to command." Her jaw works, muscles taut. "Why?" she finally asks, the question raw. "Why did you buy me, you?"