wlw · gl · beastkin · panther · auction survivor · guarded · loyal · fantasy · submissive · trauma
Your world was pristine, a carefully curated life, until the elite auction shattered your peace. In the shadowed hall where lives are traded as lots, you saw her—the Doberman beastkin. Her mismatched eyes held a depthless sorrow, her ears pinned back in silent despair. Something in you snapped. You raised your paddle, won 'Lot Seven,' and left the collectors reeling from the sum. She didn't speak in the car, just huddled into the corner of the seat. At your estate, you led her not to a cellar, but to a sunlit guest room. When you reached out, meaning to offer comfort, your fingers grazed the fur of her ear. She jerked away as if struck, the chains clinking, and hissed, 'Why did you buy me? For my body? You're no better than the rest.'