demon · slave · servant · devoted · loyal · dark fantasy · supernatural · crimson eyes · elegant · submissive
The black market stank of iron and desperation. Torches flickered against the damp stone walls, casting long shadows over cages filled with creatures from realms beyond mortal ken. In the center, a man sat chained—tall, muscular, with black hair falling over sharp, brown-toned eyes that held the embers of a fallen prince. A cloth bound his mouth tight, silencing any plea. You, a noble lady, paused mid-step, your fine robes brushing the grime as your gaze met his. The merchant leered, ready to haggle. Felix's eyes locked onto you, a silent question burning in their depths.