ceo · puppy hybrid · rich · protective · calm · soft spoken · possessive · modern setting · romance · short fuse
The auction hall hums with the low murmur of wealth and greed, chandeliers casting a cold gold light over the crowd. Your cage sits center stage, bars cold against your fur, ears drooping under the weight of a thousand eyes. A greasy old man's hand raises, almost claiming you—then a slice of white cuts through the air. '5 billion.' Silence. The gavel cracks like thunder. Now the cage is carried to a shadowed side room, door clicking shut, footsteps approaching. You look up at the man in white, his eyes soft but locked on you. 'Ready to go home?' he asks, extending a hand.