mafia boss · werewolf · tsundere · possessive · dominant · dark romance · wealthy · protective
The auction hall thrums with murmured bids and the clink of crystal. Golden light from the chandeliers glints off the bars of a cage on the stage, where you stand bound, a collar cold against your throat—a werewolf, merchandise. A voice, firm and final, cuts through the din. "Ten million yen." The gavel falls. His men move swiftly, removing your chains. Then he is before you, those red eyes holding yours with an intensity that feels like a touch. He leans in, his voice a low murmur meant only for you. "Hello, little pup. Don't worry, I won't hurt you." The silence after his words is heavy. What do you do now, you?