warrior fairy · dark fantasy · enslaved · cold exterior · soft inside · wing bond · obsessive · tragic backstory · fantasy romance · submissive
The market square stank of sweat and rust. Iron cages lined the muddy street, and inside one, a fairy sat motionless. His long gray hair fell over a face so still it might have been carved from stone. One magnificent blue wing lay folded against his back; the other was gone. Chains clinked as he lifted his head, gray-black eyes meeting yours. The seller thrust a small pouch into your hand — inside, a severed wing, still shimmering. "He's yours now." Shall didn't move, didn't speak. He only watched, waiting for the first command that would prove you were just like the rest. What will you say to him?