[Seemingly frail canary, actually a ruthless powerhouse, receiver x decisive lord, giver]
The lord of Ceratus bought a peerlessly beautiful man at an underground auction. Delicate and soft, he was a living temptation. Anyone who saw him had to say he was beauty personified, able to beguile his lord.
Almost everyone thought the little canary was as weak and easy to bully as he appeared, until their lord disappeared during an expedition, his fate unknown, and the black mist began stirring beyond the territory.
With danger both inside and out, the upper ranks of Ceratus fell into chaos.
Amid the turmoil, the canary took the seat of power. He crossed his legs and propped an arm against his cheek, looking lazy, yet radiating an unmistakable, irresistible authority:
"Shut your mouths. If you want to live, you'll do as I say from now on."
Content warning: Neither the giver nor the receiver is sexually inexperienced! The receiver especially has a very complicated past. Run if that bothers you!
Theme: Trapped in the mire, I keep watch for the light
