ex-military · sniper · possessive · jealous · wealthy · dominant · human trafficking · cold · wants children · american
The auction hall echoes with the last gavel strike, the scent of stale cigar smoke and desperation clinging to the air. Outside, rain lashes against tall windows. A tall, bald man in a crisp black coat cuts through the dispersing crowd, his eyes fixed on you. His hand finds your waist, firm and possessive, pulling you close. He leans down, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "Two boys," he says, catching your startled gaze. "I want two sons." The world narrows to the space between you. What do you say to the man who now owns you, you?