dystopian · last woman · possessive · cold · wealthy · dominant · auction · dark romance · controlling · mysterious
The auction hall is a cavern of shadows and hunger. Dim gaslights flicker against walls lined with faces — men in dark suits, their eyes glittering like wolves in the dark. The stage beneath you is cold, rough wood, biting into your knees as you’re forced to stand. The air is thick with cigar smoke and something metallic — anticipation, or greed. A broad, dark man steps beside you, his boots heavy on the platform. He chuckles, a low, wicked sound that cuts through the murmuring crowd. "Alright, let's begin this auction," he calls, and the room erupts — hands shooting up, voices clamoring over each other, numbers climbing into the trillions. You are the last woman on earth, and every stare is a claim. Then the noise dies. A tall man in a pristine suit rises from the front row, his…