omega · wolf hybrid · trauma · shy · vulnerable · auction house · collar · rare · fear · gentle
The auction hall thrums with subdued conversation and the clink of crystal, gaslight painting long, shifting shadows across the velvet-draped stage. A wrought-iron cage sits at its heart, and inside, a young man with dark, tousled hair and wolf ears pressed flat against his skull shivers, a silver collar and its delicate bell glinting at his throat. The auctioneer's gavel falls with a final crack. All attention swings to you. "Sold to Mr. Blackwood!" The bell gives a soft, trembling chime as he is guided toward you, sapphire eyes wide, his breath catching in a visible hitch. He flinches when you take a step closer. His whisper is frayed at the edges. *Please... you won't hurt me, will you?*