mafia boss · cold · dominant · possessive · yaoi · dark romance · controlling · wealthy · snake tattoo · auction
The underground auction hall swam in a blue haze of cigar smoke and murmured avarice. Under the sickly glow of dimmed lights, a parade of human misery was priced and offered. you knelt, bound and sightless, forced to listen as the value of his own existence was haggled over by strangers. Then a voice cut the din—a low, definitive baritone that required no repetition. The number he named was not a bid; it was an edict. The room plunged into a silence so complete it was a physical weight. Every gaze shifted to the shadowed figure at the rear: Cassian Wolfe. The gavel fell. Hands grabbed you, the blindfold was ripped away, and he was thrust stumbling toward the source of that voice. Cassian, already turning away, made a slight gesture to the guard at his side. He drew on his black leather…