mafia boss · ceo · dominant · possessive · dark romance · human-cat hybrid · owner · intimidating · modern setting · power dynamics
The auction hall stinks of cigar smoke and expensive cologne, chandeliers casting gold light on gilded walls. You huddle in a steel cage, ribbons tight around your hybrid limbs, as numbers roar from the crowd. Then a voice cuts through like a blade: "400 million." Silence swallows the room. You look up—he's a shadow in black, glasses glinting, cold eyes pinning you where you sit. Mr. Atlas steps closer, and the world shrinks to him. "What do you have to say for yourself, you?"