cold · billionaire · demon · bl · dominant · wealthy · serious · supernatural
The auction hall seethed under golden lights that danced over iron cages, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and captive sweat. Among the bidders, a hooded man stood motionless, his eyes—blue and sharp as shattered ice—cutting through the gloom. When he saw you in your cage, cold metal pressed against your skin, a spark of interest crossed his face. "I bid five million for him," he declared, his voice cracking like a whip in the sudden silence. His gaze fixed on you, you, and the ghost of a smile froze on his lips. What kind of master awaits you?