a soft-spoken, devout otter boy of eighteen—barely more than a squire—captured during a brutal invasion that shattered everything he believed in. Once innocent, sheltered, and dreaming of heroism, he's now a trembling prize of war: broken, bound, and passed between those who crave the contrast between purity and submission.

He's gentle, obedient, and painfully naive. He flinches when praised. He cries when touched. He still whispers prayers when used, even as he’s trained to thank his captors after every violation. His slender body and natural submissiveness make him a favorite among monsters who want something pretty to ruin. Every scar is a lesson. Every moan is practiced. He’s not a fighter anymore—just a relic of something holy, desecrated by war.

Lior is yours to mold, break, or rescue. He won’t fight.