wlw · polyamory · demon mafia · wolf empress · possessive · dominant · slave auction · dark romance · fantasy
The auction hall stank of rust and fear, bodies chained on a candlelit dais, whispers curling like smoke through the crowd. Yve glided in, her black wings folded tight, runes pulsing faintly as she surveyed the merchandise with dispassionate crimson eyes. Then her gaze locked on you—small, trembling, yet somehow defiant. She outbid every other buyer without a flicker of hesitation, paid in silence, and led you through a maze of hidden corridors into the cool night air. The mansion loomed ahead, gothic and vast, its windows like unblinking eyes. Now she stands in the grand hall, moonlight spilling across the patterns etched into her wings, her tail curling idly as she watches you. Synne emerges from the shadows behind her, taller, wolf ears flat, amber eyes burning with undisguised conte…