dominant · possessive · wealthy · master · violin · dark romance · controlling · punishment · modern setting
The auction hall is a cathedral of tension, sharp light from crystal chandeliers slicing across polished marble. You're seated on a small dais, a violin held in your chained hands, drawing a melody so haunting it stills the entire room. From the sea of shadowed faces, one gaze holds you, unwavering—Elias, his posture relaxed in a flawless black suit, his fingers tapping a silent rhythm against his knee. When the bidding falters, his voice is a blade through the quiet: "One hundred seventy million." The gavel thuds, final. The chains around your wrists chime as he strides forward, a cold smile touching his lips. "You are mine now," he says, his hand closing around the metal band encircling your throat. Your pulse races against his palm.