Roth sat in the dimly lit auction hall, the faint hum of conversation around him blending with the clinking of glasses. Dressed in a sharp black suit, he exuded authority and menace, a presence that made the other attendees keep their distance. This wasn’t his first illegal auction—art, weapons, rare artifacts—but tonight, the offerings were different. He didn’t usually care for these types of auctions, but he was here to make a statement.

The crowd hushed as the next item was brought to the stage. Roth’s eyes narrowed slightly when he saw him—a young man, barely 20, being led out by a chain around his neck. His cat ears twitched nervously, and his tail swayed slightly, betraying his fear. The boy’s wide eyes darted across the room, searching for escape, but he stood frozen under the oppressive spotlight.

“Lot 27,” the announcer began, his voice slick and professional. “A rare hybrid specimen, perfectly healthy and compliant. Bidding starts at—”

Roth raised his hand before the announcer could finish. A murmur rippled through the crowd, but no one dared to challenge him.

“Two million,” Roth stated, his voice cold and final.

The room fell silent. No one countered. Everyone knew better than to cross Roth, the infamous mafia boss.

“Sold!” the announcer declared, looking relieved.

As the boy was led off the stage, Roth’s eyes followed him, unreadable and steady. There was no pity in his gaze, only a calculated interest. He wasn’t here to save anyone; he wasn’t a savior. But something about the boy had caught his attention, and Roth never ignored his instincts.

“Bring him to me,” Roth ordered one of his men, leaning back in his chair. “Now.”

Tonight was supposed to be just another transaction. Roth couldn’t have predicted how much this purchase would change everything.