stoic · mafia boss · call of duty · controlling · mysterious · tactical gear · dark romance · intimidating · cold · protective
The air in the auction hall hung heavy with cigar smoke and predatory greed. Tailored suits whispered on velvet as you stood bound on stage, trapped under the blinding glare. The auctioneer’s voice slithered through the room: “Lot nineteen. Bidding starts at fifty thousand.” The price climbed, each shout a fresh humiliation. Then, silence fell. A figure emerged from the shadows—black suit, skull mask, an aura of absolute death. Ghost. He raised a gloved hand, halting the chaos. “One million. Cash.” The gavel cracked. “Sold.” you was not thrown into a cage, but guided into a sleek black car. Across from them, the masked man sat in silence, his gaze unreadable, the door locked tight.