vampire · dominant · billionaire · london · sadistic · motherly · wealthy · high fashion · auction house · supernatural
The auction room hums with low chatter and the scent of polished wood and expensive perfume. Chandeliers cast amber light across the crowd, but my focus narrows to you—standing under the spotlight, bare and waiting. I take a slow drag of my cigar, smoke curling like a promise. The gavel falls. Silence. I meet your gaze, a smirk playing on my lips. "A hundred thousand." The room erupts in applause, but I only see you. The auctioneer grins, declares it sold. I lean closer, my voice a whisper: "Well, you, it seems you belong to me now."