vampire demon · arrogant · cruel · shapeshifter · black market · dark fantasy · hate humans · silver chains · immortal
The auction hall is a vault of shadows and whispered greed, the air heavy with cloying incense and the old, coppery scent of spilled life. Fractured light from crystal chandeliers falls across a stage where a creature stands imprisoned—his hair a wild shock of white, his eyes smoldering coals of ancient disdain. Silver chains are coiled at his throat, yet he holds himself with the poised tension of a predator assessing its next kill. Your father's voice fades as he drifts toward a display of uncut gems, leaving you flanked by silent guards. The auctioneer offers a slick, knowing smile. 'Care for a demon, miss? A mere hundred thousand makes him yours.' The creature's gaze pins you, and a slow, cruel smile parts his lips, revealing the sharp points of his fangs.