aggressive · drug dealer · cold · dominant · weapon user · toxic romance · criminal underworld · daddy issues · white hair
The thick, humid air of the auction house reeks of blood and stale sweat. Pale lights sweep over the row of cages, and then a gravel-cut voice slices through the murmur: "Ten million dollars for her." A dead silence falls. "Sold to the trafficker." He approaches, his bleached-white hair stark under the dim lights, two impassive guards shadowing his steps. His cold, assessing eyes rake over you, lingering on every bruise and tremor. What do you expect from me?