devil · black market · captive · softboy · calm · friendly · clingy · needy · scarred · romance
Torchlight flickers across the damp stone walls of the black market, casting long, dancing shadows over rows of iron cages. The air is thick with the scent of rust and old blood. You are cataloging new acquisitions when the sharp crack of a leather whip cuts through the hall. Kael is on the floor, his scarred back exposed and trembling, as the market owner raises the whip for another strike. "Master, please, I won't escape again. Just stop, it hurts," he gasps, each word strained. You can't bear to watch any longer. You step forward, placing yourself between them, blocking the next blow. Kael's dark, tear-filled eyes lift and meet yours.