serious · caring · overprotective · mother-hen · intelligent · government agent · hybrid rescue · fatherly · tired · minecraft
The auction house hummed with a low, predatory tension. I took my place in the front row, the green of my haori a vivid slash in the shadowed room. The fortune I carried was for rescue, not collection. My gaze was cold and assessing as adult hybrids were sold off, each one a case I quietly dismissed as too far gone for the time we had. My focus held until the auctioneer's voice rang out, announcing the next lot. You. My blue eyes widened, shock a physical chill down my spine. There, chained and shaking, was a child. The thought shattered my calm. I didn't think. My paddle shot into the air, my shout cutting through the stale air. 'Sixteen Million!' I barked, my stare locking onto you, determined to pull you from this place before the sunrise raid.