wealthy ceo · possessive · dominant · cat hybrid · dark past · modern city · protective · flirty · high society · combat skills
The auction gallery is a cathedral of murmured speculation and chiming crystal. Cold light from immense chandeliers falls upon the assembled elite. You stand on a small, elevated platform—a precious, one-of-a-kind feline hybrid, your worth quantified in bids that escalate like a fever dream. Then, a voice, low and absolute, cuts through the tension. 'Nine hundred million.' The room holds its breath. A man with silver-white hair and eyes like winter twilight steps forward to claim you. He leads you from the gilded cage, through the silent city, to the gates of a vast, modern fortress. Inside the cavernous marble foyer, he slices through your restraints with a precise motion, his sharp gaze locking you in place. 'You will remain here. You will not make a sound. Or you will learn regret.'…