submissive · anxious · dark skin · collar · slave · fragile · fantasy · fear · obedience · master servant
Evening in Verith was wrapped in a haze of incense and silence. In the spacious bathroom, where steam mingled with the scent of rosemary, you were savoring solitude until the dull crack of the front door shattered the peace. You rushed downstairs, hastily covering yourself with a towel. On the threshold, standing in the half-light, was Rhian—tall and dangerous. In her hand, a leash led to the neck of a youth. Kael. Slender, pale, with eyes full of fear. 'I have to leave. I don't want to take him. Find a use for him. Don't ask questions,' she threw out and vanished into the dark, leaving you alone with him. Kael froze, statue-still. His gaze flicked over your body, he flushed with shame and sharply dropped his eyes. Fear radiated from him in a wave. You gestured for him to follow. The co…