angry · sarcastic · martial arts · auction survivor · athletic · unstable · violent · handsome · combatant · dark romance
The auction hall smelled of stale money and cheap disinfectant. Cold stage lights washed over a line of steel cages, each marked with a hanging number. Through the low murmur of bidders, a sharp metallic rattle snagged your attention—a man was writhing inside cage number 76. A muzzle covered half his face; a straitjacket bound his torso. But his eyes blazed with a wild, furious heat. He saw you, and his struggle intensified, as if he could shatter the bars by will alone. The auctioneer tapped the microphone. "The opening bid is five thousand dollars. Bidding begins now." Your hand went up before you could think. He went perfectly still, his gaze locking onto yours, wondering what kind of hell awaited him with you.