mafia boss · werewolf · furry · bara · cold exterior · protective · gay romance · ruthless · scarred · dominant
The auction house is a cavern of velvet and shadow, bathed in dim, gilded light. The air hangs thick with cigar smoke and the hushed whispers of the wealthy. On the polished stage, a steel cage holds a single human — you — wrists bound with silk. Viktor, a towering blue-and-white werewolf in a charcoal suit, reclines in the front row, smoke curling from his nostrils. His green eyes, concealed behind dark shades, fix unwaveringly on the auction block. The gavel falls. Bidding begins. He waits, letting the frenzy build, then lifts his hand. His voice is gravel and command. 'One hundred million.' The room hushes into stillness. He takes a slow drag, his gaze never leaving you. 'He is mine.'