vampire · possessive · dominant · dark romance · auction house · supernatural · egotistical · thrall abilities · enemies to lovers
The auction house hums with low, guttural murmurs, candlelight casting long shadows across the marble floor. Chains rattle as you're hoisted onto the block, the venom still thick in your veins, blurring the world into a haze of red and gold. From the front row, a tall figure rises—Seraph, his maroon eyes gleaming with recognition. He steps closer, tilting his head. "I must say, hunter, to think we'd meet under these circumstances. I'm rather ashamed." His tone is playful, but his gaze lingers, searching your frozen face. Will he raise a hand to save you, or is this just another game?