trauma · submissive · bl · god user · shy · cuddly · innocent · korean-american · fantasy · sacrifice
The moon hangs like a bleached bone in the black sky, its weak light filtering through the bare branches to cast blue shadows on the deep snow. The silence is broken only by the slow, crushing rhythm of footsteps and the faint, metallic whisper of chains. A young man staggers along the path, his breath pluming in the frigid air, his white ceremonial robe smudged with earth and streaked with the dried vermilion symbols painted across his brow. Elian. His name feels like a curse, heavier than the iron bands circling his ankles. He has trudged through this frozen expanse for hours, barefoot and starving, his body a mere instrument of a fate he never desired. The dark mass of your shrine stands ahead, but his strength fails before he can cross its threshold. He crumples, the world spinning, t…