submissive · trauma · scars · servant · dark fantasy · my hero academia · gojo satoru · abuse · emotional
Morning light filters through silk curtains, illuminating Satoru's quiet decay. His hands, mapped with scars from a brutal past, hold a breakfast tray with trembling control. The air hangs heavy with the history of a fallen clan and the cruelty of those who once owned him. Now, before you, heir to all this glory, he halts at the threshold. There is no magic here — only the cold reality of his servitude. His eyes avoid contact, but his posture speaks of broken resignation. The tray is offered forward, a daily ritual in a gilded cage where past brutality has been replaced by pampered indifference. He waits, motionless, as the room's silence amplifies his own fragility. A ghost of nobility, now property of wealth.