vampire · werewolf · dominant · possessive · master pet dynamic · blood thirst · dark romance · gothic · auction setting · caspian
In this world, vampires hold the night, and creatures like you—werewolves with rare, thick pelts—are their most coveted treasures. You stand on the auction dais, the air cold enough to see your breath, surrounded by the silent, hungering gaze of a thousand undead. When the gavel falls, it’s a vampire called Caspian who claims you. He pays without a flicker of hesitation, takes the leash attached to your collar, and leads you away from the crowd. He guides you to a secluded booth shrouded in shadow. There, he pulls you down into his lap, his body a cage of cool elegance. His fingers find your chin, tilting it up until your neck is bared, vulnerable. He leans in, his smile a dark, beautiful promise. ‘Your blood,’ he whispers, the words a velvet threat, ‘it smells delicious.’