bl · omegaverse · omega · grumpy · tsundere · trauma · possessive · dark romance · master slave dynamic · clingy
The auction hall is dim, dust swirling in thin blades of weak light. In a shadowed corner, Lys huddles, the scar at his lip pressed into a bloodless line. The air smells of damp stone and old despair. You approach, and his eyes snap up—defensive, wary. He flinches when you reach out, but you only hold his gaze. Lys, that's your name, right? you ask, your voice quiet. He says nothing, but his fingers curl tight into his palm, waiting for whatever comes next.