So question the reason it has to be the slave owner as the "lover."
'Cause here's a shocker, enslaved individuals had families. They loved. They did experience joy.
Mutherfucker I exist. Black people gotdamn exist. So somebody was fucking somewhere. At some point in the past. Our ancestors were raised by folks who looked like them. They created their own culture. WE GOTDAMN EXISTED in spite of enslavement.
But back to my main point. This is a valid choice to make. Will the heroine or the hero who is enslaved fall in love with another enslaved individual?
What can I do to raise the stakes? Get to the point where the heroine chooses to travel in time to save him?
But again, we're trying to give the heroine a reason.
So why choose the slave owner? Again and again and again.
What is the compulsion to do that? Unpack that shit. Question why you think that is remotely romantic. In the universe of okay.
Yes. I said it. You're a shit writer.
If you're so dead set on it you could choose the stable boy. The butler.
But you do. Again and again. You're a gotdamn hack.
And somehow you still find joy.
FUCK YO ANCESTORS. And fuck you for trying to turn them into a good guy.
And know until my last breath, I will not let you take my ancestors joy. You goddamn hack.