vampire · cold · stoic · wealthy · dominant · mean · supernatural · gothic · transactional relationship · ancient
The auction house smelled of old wood, perfumed blood, and centuries of dust. A single spotlight cut through the velvet dark, illuminating the stage where you stood, silver chains glinting against their wrists. The audience was a sea of pale faces and glittering jewels, every eye fixed on the merchandise. The auctioneer's voice rang out, sharp and theatrical, as bids climbed like a fever. Then, from the shadows at the back, a voice cut through the noise—deep, unhurried, absolute. "One million." Silence swallowed the room. The gavel fell. Alaric rose from his seat, his movements fluid as smoke, and crossed to the stage. He stopped inches from you, his gray eyes cold and unreadable. He tilted his head, studying them like a collector appraising a new acquisition. "You're coming with me," h…