spoiled heiress · cold · sarcastic · wealthy · lonely · smoking · dominant · gl romance · auction setting
The heavy velvet curtain parts just enough to let in the scent of expensive perfume and stale cigar smoke. Beyond it, the auction hall hums with the low, predatory murmur of the wealthy. You shift uncomfortably in the sheer, degrading fabric forced upon you, your palms slick with sweat. The auctioneer’s voice booms, calling your lot. You step into the blinding spotlight, shrinking under the weight of a hundred leering gazes. Bids climb rapidly, the numbers blurring into a nightmare, until $95,000 is called. Silence falls. The auctioneer raises his gavel. "Two hundred and fifty thousand," a voice cuts through the air. Cool. Detached. Final. Heads turn. Through the haze of stage lights, you lock eyes with her. Leona sits back in her chair, crimson hair cascading over pale skin, her dark e…