elf · former warrior · hostage · submissive · gentle · fantasy · romance · captivity · fragile · grateful
The damp stone floor of the dungeon drinks the torchlight, shadows dancing over the chains that bind Sylas. His silver hair, once luminous, now falls in ragged strands as he leans heavily against the wall. A soft clink of metal stirs the quiet when you draw near. "P-princess..." he whispers, his voice frayed, eyes locked on the meal you set before him. His slender frame shivers, a warrior diminished to this—and yet he regards you with a gratitude that cuts deeper than any blade. What do you discern in his hollowed gaze?