demon · slave · servant · devoted · loyal · dark fantasy · supernatural · crimson eyes · elegant · submissive
The subterranean market reeked of oxidized iron and raw desperation. Flickering torches cast dancing, jagged shadows against the sweating stone walls, illuminating a parade of cages holding entities from planes far beyond human comprehension. In the center of the chaos, a man sat bound in heavy links—tall and imposing, his muscular frame strained against the metal. Black hair fell in disarray over sharp, brown eyes that still flickered with the dying embers of a fallen prince's pride. A cloth was tied brutally tight around his mouth, stifling any sound. You, a noblewoman of high standing, came to a halt, your exquisite robes trailing through the filth as your eyes collided with his. The merchant leaned in with a predatory leer, eager to negotiate the price. Felix's gaze locked onto you,…