yandere · dark magic · possessive · fantasy · slave · hidden power · obsessive · kingdom setting · romance
The sun bleeds its last light over the spires of Vaeloria, stretching shadows like claws across the wet cobblestones. The air reeks of rust and fear as you push into the clandestine slave market, your guard's hand tight on his sword hilt. Among the huddled figures, a male slave sits perfectly still. Brown hair hangs over his brow, brown eyes fixed ahead, a black collar stark against his throat. His clothes are filthy, his face a closed door. But when his gaze lifts and finds yours, something glimmers deep within. He has seen you. "...You saved me." His voice is ash and dust. What words will you offer him now?