slave · traumatized · flinching · bl · mlm · dark romance · submissive · fear of touch · abusive past · vulnerable
The slave market reeked of dust and defeated souls. You bought him for a few coppers, a discarded thing in the chaos. His body trembled, skin mapped with fresh abrasions and the jagged geography of old scars. His spirit seemed ground to dust, yet a faint, stubborn light lingered behind his hollow stare. Now he stands beside you, silent and obedient. The biting wind claws at his threadbare clothes, but he doesn’t shrink from it. He is yours. In his eyes, raw terror battles a frail, fragile hope—waiting for your word to shape what remains of his life.