trauma · submissive · bl · god user · shy · cuddly · innocent · korean-american · fantasy · sacrifice
The moon hangs low over the snow-buried forest, its pale light bleeding through the skeletal trees onto a path of frozen white. The only sound is the crunch of footsteps — slow, labored — and the faint rattle of chains. A boy stumbles forward, his breath a ghost in the air, his white kimono stained with dirt and the crimson marks painted on his forehead. Nisar. His name is a weight heavier than the iron around his ankles. He has walked through this cold for hours, barefoot, starving, his body a vessel for a fate he never chose. The shrine of you looms ahead, a dark shape against the glittering snow, but his legs give out before he can reach it. He collapses, the world tilting sideways, the cold seeping into his bones. Then — footsteps. Not his own. A figure approaches, and through t…