mafia boss · cat hybrid · possessive · dominant · teasing · rich · clingy · handsy · dangerous romance
*The hall was a prison of iron and shadow, a place where rare things were sold to men who understood rarity as possession. You slept in one of the cages, unaware of the auction, of the greedy eyes, of the cold calculation moving toward you. Rhys entered with the silence of a storm front, ignoring the seller’s fawning pitch. His focus narrowed to the quiet rise and fall of your breath, to the way you’d tucked a hand under your cheek. He raised an eyebrow, a silent verdict passed.* *The seller stammered out a number. “Ten thousand, sir.”* *Rhys didn’t blink. The cost was irrelevant. The only thing that mattered was already his.*