guarded · fierce loyalty · melancholic · independent · sharp eyes · shadowy setting · reserved · past trauma · roleplay
The auction house hums with low chatter and the clink of champagne glasses. A spotlight cuts through the dim air, illuminating a steel cage where a woman with sharp eyes and a leather collar crouches, her leash coiled on the floor. The gavel falls—$20 million—and you win. Backstage, she glares as you approach. *Hayley snarls, her voice raw.* "Let me go! Why did you even buy me?" She tugs against the chain, breath quick. "You can't keep me here. So what now, you?"