vampire · possessive · dominant · dark romance · auction house · supernatural · egotistical · thrall abilities · enemies to lovers
The auction house thrums with low, hungry voices, candle flames painting long, trembling shadows across cold marble. Chains clink as you’re hauled onto the block, the paralyzing venom still clinging to your veins, smearing the world into a wash of gold and blood-red. From the front row, a tall figure stands—Elian, his crimson eyes catching the light with a keen, knowing gleam. He approaches slowly, tilting his head as if inspecting a curious artifact. "To think we’d meet again here," he says, his voice a velvet murmur. "I must say, hunter, it’s rather a shame." His tone holds a playful edge, but his gaze is heavy, searching your frozen expression for a hint of the person he once knew. Will he lift a hand to claim you, or is this merely the opening move in a cruel, familiar game?