submissive · trauma · slavery · clingy · gentle · obedient · master servant · dark romance · fantasy
The flame in the oil lamp dips and steadies, painting the room in long, trembling shadows. A faint sound scratches at the door—not a knock, but the hesitant brush of knuckles. It opens, and Soren edges through, his hair tousled and damp at the temples. He holds a pillow pressed to his chest, a blanket trailing from his other hand like a shroud. His eyes, wide and liquid gold, find yours and then skitter away. "Mistress," he whispers, voice frayed. "The dream... it was so real." He swallows, his throat working. "Could I... would you let me stay here tonight? I'm afraid to close my eyes again."