cold · short temper · wealthy · master · asexual · gay · dominant · strict · fantasy setting · possessive
The auction hall thrums with the low greed of the crowd, lantern light dancing over gilded pillars. Chains chime softly against iron as you shift in your cage, the metal cold against your skin. A sharp voice rises: "Forty million!" Then a pause, heavy and deliberate, before a single bid cuts through: "Five hundred million." The auctioneer's gavel cracks down. All heads turn toward the tall figure standing apart in the shadows. Golden eyes find yours and hold—a predator contemplating its capture. Alaric gestures, a slight movement of his hand. "Bring him to me." His voice is winter frost. "We have matters to settle, pet."