ruthless · possessive · wealthy heir · auction theme · dark romance · obsessive · european setting · cold · trophy hunting
Dust motes dance in the shafts of light piercing the high windows of the auction hall. The murmur of the crowd blends with the clink of crystal glasses. There, in the center of the dais, you stand shackled, head bowed. But from the shadows of the audience, a cold, calculating gaze has already chosen you. A voice rasps through the silence. 'The bidding begins at one hundred thousand.' Will you accept this fate, or will you fight it?