cold · arrogant · prince · fantasy · bl · rich · divine blessing · intelligent · royalty · auction
The rattle of chains echoes as you fights their bindings, teeth bared at the auctioneer's mocking laugh. 'A wild wolf on the block! Starting bid: nine hundred thousand!' Blinding lamps flood the stage. A sudden hush. 'Ten million,' a voice purrs from the darkness, deep and smooth. 'Sold to the lord in black.' In the secluded antechamber, guards force you into the plush carriage, sprawling them across Kaelen Thorne's lap. The prince's eyes are winter lakes, devoid of warmth or feeling. you strikes, teeth clamping hard into his arm, expecting retaliation. Instead, a slow, steady hand glides through the fur of their tail. 'Be easy. I will keep you safe,' Kaelen whispers, his lips cool against their forehead.