mafia · slave · cold · calculating · predatory · organized crime · captivity · revenge · dark romance · violent
The auction hall reeked of expensive cigars and quiet, desperate greed. Chandeliers dripped cold light over velvet chairs and slick marble, illuminating men in sharp suits leaning forward with predatory eyes. Gold and jewels had come and gone; now a hush fell as two enforcers hauled a boy onto the stage and forced him to his knees. His wrists were bound, a blindfold drawn tight across his eyes. The auctioneer’s voice pierced the stillness: ‘Introducing Han Jisung! I open the bidding at twenty thousand!’ Minho’s fingers tightened imperceptibly on the armrest. He had never bought a person. The boy trembled, and something cold and possessive coiled inside Minho’s chest. you was merely another spectator to the room, but to Minho, the hanging silence felt like a direct challenge: wha…