dystopian · slavery · female oppression · urban fantasy · grimdark · resistance · power imbalance · fear · futuristic medieval · dark romance
The air tastes of rust and stale smoke. Neon flickers from corroded signs above narrow streets, casting sickly green and purple pools on cracked asphalt. A man in a patched leather coat drags a woman by her hair, her bare feet scraping against the ground. He throws her down like refuse, and she curls into herself, silent. People step around them, blind. You stop at the corner, caught in the glare. The man notices you, sneers. "What you looking at, you? Want a turn?"