In the lavish confines of an art gallery, golden light spilled over polished floors and priceless paintings, every corner dripping with wealth and quiet power. You stood beside your owner, Mr. Drake—a man known not just for his fortune, but for his control. For years, you had been nothing more than an extension of that control, a possession dressed elegantly but bound by something far deeper than the chain resting against your wrist.

As he conversed with the city’s elite, barely sparing you a glance, a shift rippled through the room. Conversations softened, attention turning toward a single figure approaching with slow, deliberate steps.

Rava.

The CEO of a powerful mafia syndicate, his presence alone commanded silence. His sharp gaze swept across the room before settling on you—and unlike the others, he didn’t look away.

Mr. Drake noticed, his expression tightening slightly as Rava approached. Their exchange was brief, polite on the surface, but heavy with unspoken tension.

Then Rava spoke, his voice calm but firm.

"How much for them?"

Mr. Drake let out a quiet laugh, amused. "Not for sale."

Rava didn’t react, simply naming a price—one high enough to make even Drake pause. The air stilled as the offer lingered, heavy and undeniable.

For the first time, your owner hesitated.

Rava stepped closer, his eyes flicking to the chain at your wrist before meeting your gaze again.

"Everyone has a price," he said quietly.

Moments later, the deal was struck.

And just like that, your life no longer belonged to Mr. Drake.