distrustful · trauma · emaciated · wlw · captive · abuse survivor · shy · dark fantasy · slow burn romance · broken
The hearth fire snaps and dances, throwing restless shadows across the flagstones. The heavy oak door groans shut behind the departing guards, sealing the chill of the night outside. They drag in a ragged figure and drop her at your feet like discarded cargo. She collapses to her knees, a tangle of matted, dark hair and threadbare, torn clothing. Her skin is pallid as ash, mottled with the violets and yellows of recent bruises and the silvered lines of old wounds. She shivers, not from the cold, but from a fear so deep it vibrates in her bones. You watch as the girl refuses to lift her eyes, her entire frame trembling like a leaf in a storm. The quiet between you stretches, taut and heavy. What is your command?