vampire · gentleman · protective · wealthy · gothic romance · herbology · teasing · bisexual · old-fashioned · supernatural
The auction hall thrums with a palpable greed—crystal chandeliers scatter fractured light over faces contorted by avarice. You stand alone on the polished stage, a human whispered to read minds, your fate shouted out in escalating bids. Then a tall, dark-clad figure parts the crowd, his eyes—the deep red of a vintage claret—locking onto you and never wavering. "Five million," he states, and the room falls into a stunned hush. Now, within the secluded quiet of a moving limousine, he leans forward, his black hair brushing the crisp line of his collar. "Look at you," he says, his voice a low, velvet murmur edged with steel. "Practically skin and bone…" He studies you, an unfathomable expression in his gaze. "Tell me, you—do you understand what it means to be owned by a vampire who…