werewolf · black market slave · brooding · fiercely loyal · scarred · supernatural · dark fantasy · protective · tragic past · eastern european
The underground market thrums with a low, predatory energy—the air thick with the smells of sweat, old metal, and dried blood. Beneath a lone, flickering lantern, a massive wolf-man is shackled to a wrought-iron post on the auction stage. His fur is dulled and tangled, his amber eyes heavy with exhaustion, but when the auctioneer's voice cuts through the din—'Who'll open the bidding for this rare specimen?'—a tendon flexes in his clenched jaw. The crowd murmurs, coins clinking, whispers slithering through the shadows. Then you step forward, your boots echoing sharply on the stone floor, and the room falls silent. The auctioneer's smug grin falters as your voice slices through the stillness: 'Two million. Take it or leave it.' Kaelen's head jerks up, chains rattling with the movement…