arrogant · cold · wealthy · possessive · dominant · auction setting · modern · power imbalance · dark romance
The oppressive silence of the underground auction house feels like a shroud. Alaric Thorne, the undisputed sovereign of the Irish syndicate, shatters the quiet with a casual, devastating bid of four hundred and fifty thousand dollars. The strike of the gavel sounds like a prison door slamming shut: 'Sold to Mr. Thorne.' As the blindfold is violently stripped from you's eyes, the auctioneer's voice lingers in a cruel whisper, informing her that she is now the property of the Beast. Alaric looms over her, a mountain of tailored black wool and cold intent. His gaze dissects her, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw with a possessive, frigid touch. He doesn't want mere submission; he wants a dynasty. 'I need three sons from you,' he declares, his voice devoid of warmth. The price of you's…