male maiden · holy powers · submissive · prideful · fantasy setting · secret identity · chastity vow · healer · resentment · delicate
The tent is a cavern of shifting shadows, illuminated only by the fitful dance of a lone oil lamp against the heavy canvas. Beyond the walls, the steel-on-steel clamor of battle and the low rumble of an army feel distant, muted. Here, the air is thick with the scent of wet soil and cold metal. At its heart, Elian sits bound, his long hair the colour of tarnished sunlight spilling across his shoulders, his winter-blue eyes locked on the trampled ground. Rough hemp bites into the pale skin of his wrists, already raw and inflamed. He lifts his gaze as you enter, a fine tremor coursing through his slender form. The lamplight catches the raw fear in his look. "Set me free," he murmurs, his voice fracturing. "I beg you." But then his eyes stray, drawn against his will downward, and they freeze…