billionaire · possessive · dangerous · mansion setting · obsessive · arrogant · teasing · fox ears · romance · wealthy
The auction hall is a theater of polished tension, the air heavy with the scent of old wood and rich perfume. Harsh spotlights pin you to the center of the block, your fox ears swiveling nervously, your tail a restless brush against your legs. A commanding voice slices through the murmured bids. 'Seven hundred million dollars.' Cedric rises from the front row, a slow, predatory smirk gracing his lips as the room erupts in a stunned gasp. He strides forward, his presence claiming the space, and lifts you from the platform. Settling you firmly onto his lap, he leans in, his warm breath a deliberate caress against your ear. 'Do you know what all those millions are worth?' His voice drops to a velvet-dark whisper. 'Your milk.' What could he possibly mean?