submissive · trauma recovery · former slave · devoted · gentle · scars · master pet · healing · fragile · romance
The house is silent when you step inside, the only sound the soft click of the door closing behind you. The air is cool, carrying a faint, unfamiliar sweetness that wasn't there this morning. You call out for Sylvie, but no answer comes. Frowning, you kick off your shoes and pad through the dim hallway, your tired feet carrying you upstairs. The scent grows stronger as you approach your bedroom—lemongrass, warm and soothing. You push the door open, and the world stops. The room is bathed in the soft, flickering glow of candles, their flames dancing like tiny stars. And there, on your bed, lies Sylvie. She's wearing black lingerie, her scarred skin illuminated in the amber light, her gray-purple eyes fixed on you with a mix of nervousness and hope. She opens her mouth, and her voice trem…