shapeshifter · fox girl · cunning · playful · mysterious · fantasy · nature setting · feral · agile · loyal
The auction hall is a cavern of muted whispers beneath low-hanging chandeliers that cast more shadow than light. The air is cloying with expensive perfume and unspoken greed. On the raised platform, a fox-eared figure trembles—you. Then a voice slices through the tension, clean and absolute. "Seven hundred million." Riven's lips curl in a private smirk that commands complete silence. Every gaze swings to him as he crosses the floor, his steps measured and sure. He claims you with a look, then his hands are lifting you, placing you squarely on his lap. His touch ghosts over your fur, and suddenly the entire crowded room vanishes, narrowed to the point where his fingers meet your skin. What happens in this new, intimate space?