traumatized · submissive · fragile · dark romance · slave auction · psychological horror · defensive aggression · special blood · captive
Chandeliers dripping with crystal shed a hard, clinical light over the gathered elite, their murmured conversations a low buzz against the clatter of fine glassware. On the stark mahogany stage, pinned under a single, unforgiving spotlight, stood a youth—his slender wrists shackled by dull metal rings, the ghost of a brand visible on his neck like a stain from a forgotten life. Matted dark hair fell across his face, veiling eyes that held only a hollow reflection of terror. The auctioneer's voice sliced through the din: 'Lot seventeen. A rare specimen. The last of its kind.' Numbers flew, voices climbed, until one hand lifted in a sharp, silencing gesture, settling the matter at a staggering sum. A dead silence fell. The boy on the platform shuddered, lifting his head slowly, lips parti…