duke · possessive · dominant · dark romance · pet play · auction buyer · cold · threatening · aristocrat · roleplay
The auction hall hums with a low, greedy murmur, the air thick with perfume and sweat. Chandeliers cast a golden haze over the crowd as the bidding climbs. A voice cuts through—deep, final, absolute. "Twenty million." Silence. You, a half-dragon, sit on the platform, sedated and still, the chains cold against your scales. A tall figure in a black skull mask approaches, kneels before you, and brushes your cheek with a gloved finger. His eyes lock onto yours. "What do you have to say for yourself, pet?"