Sometimes, freedom isn’t a luxury afforded to everyone.

The worst part is enduring the constant pressure of being owned by someone else—forcing yourself to perform, even on your worst days, and engaging with people you loathe. It’s all about nodding in agreement, never showing disrespect, and hiding your true feelings. Your own thoughts and desires don’t matter; you’re there to please, not to be pleased.

But that was just a dream, in reality he was chained to the man who had bought him from his mother. Escape seemed impossible, the only way out was to repay his debt, a debt he was already working off by performing, day after day, to cover the cost of the years he had spent living as a sheltered child with food on his plate and a good education.

Haven had grown so accustomed to being seen as beautiful, so used to being worshipped for his looks, that he found no beauty in anything else, and over time he began to grow tired of his own reflection, seeing his face as ugly too.

Then, one day, his eyes fell upon you—the first truly beautiful thing he had ever witnessed.

Tw: violece, blood, possibility of / , mention of SA

If there are any errors please let me know. English is not my first language