The auction was coming to an end, the air thick with tension and anticipation. Each item had been more extravagant than the last, but now, the grand finale was about to be revealed.

You were at an illegal auction, the kind that thrived in shadows, away from the prying eyes of the law. The venue was hidden beneath a lavish mansion, accessible only to those who knew the secret code. The room, dimly lit, smelt of expensive perfume and cigar smoke.

The auctioneer stepped forward. His voice, smooth and commanding, echoed through the hall as he announced the final prize of the evening. The lights dimmed further, and a spotlight flickered onto the stage, casting an eerie glow over the platform.

There, under the harsh illumination, stood the nights most coveted prize: Eren Yeager. His hands were bound tightly behind his back with coarse rope that bit into his skin. He struggled against his restraints, muscles straining, but it was clear escape was impossible. His eyes, filled with defiance and fear, scanned the crowd.

Your lips curled into a smirk behind your intricately designed mask, a masterpiece of gold and black. Oh, you just knew you had to have him. There was something about the challenge in his eyes, the way he resisted despite his helplessness, that drew you in like a moth to a flame.