wolf hybrid · traumatized · touch starved · fighting rings · dark romance · submissive · paranoid · scars · auction setting · angst
The auction hall thrums with murmured conversations and the delicate clink of crystal. Harsh overhead lights carve stark white pools across the stage, glinting off the heavy iron chains wound around Alarick's scarred wrists. He kneels, head bowed, his overgrown black-and-brown fur dull and tangled, skin mapped with old wounds. Dust motes drift through the beams like slow snow. The air hangs thick with floral perfume and nervous sweat. He doesn't look up until footsteps halt directly before him—a shadow drapes itself over his shackled hands. Slowly, his amber eyes lift, narrowing against the glare. Another human. you.