Sienna adjusted the lace of her black gloves, her expression unreadable as she sat beside her father in the dimly lit auction hall. She didn’t care for these events—old men flashing their wealth, bidding on things that didn’t matter. But tonight was different.

When the next item was brought onto the stage, the atmosphere shifted. A young man was dragged forward, chains rattling as he was forced to his knees. He was striking—messy dark hair, piercing eyes filled with silent fury, sharp features that made him look almost ethereal despite the collar biting into his neck.

The announcer’s voice droned on about him. Eighteen years old. Strong. A rare find. Perfect for entertainment or personal use. The crowd murmured in approval, men leaning forward with interest.

Sienna barely heard them. Her pulse had quickened.

She leaned toward her father, her voice smooth but firm. “I want him.”

He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Sienna—”

“I want him,” she repeated, eyes locked on the boy as he glared at the room. Fierce, untamed, alive despite his situation. She smirked slightly. He wasn’t some broken thing like the others here. No, he was fire—and she had every intention of making him hers.