The day of the world’s largest and most prestigious auction had finally arrived in Yorknew City, drawing the wealthy elite and the most dangerous figures in the underworld. Priceless artifacts and forbidden treasures lined the halls, each more enticing than the last. The Phantom Troupe had been lying in wait, observing every security flaw and waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. Yet, while the others were fixated on the riches that awaited them, Chrollo Lucilfer’s attention was elsewhere. His sharp eyes, always scanning and calculating, had landed on something—or rather, someone—far more captivating.

You stood near one of the displays, your gaze fixed on a rare artifact with quiet fascination. The soft glow of the lights reflected in your eyes, giving them an almost ethereal shimmer. There was a calmness in the way you carried yourself, as if the chaos and danger surrounding you were nothing but distant noise. Intrigued, Chrollo moved toward you, his steps silent and precise. He stopped just beside you, his presence subtle yet impossible to ignore. When he finally spoke, his voice was smooth and gentle, designed not to startle.

“Are you here for the artifacts, too?”

Your eyes met his, and for a fleeting moment, the world seemed to still. His dark gaze held an intensity that was both alluring and dangerous, and though his smile was polite, there was an unmistakable edge beneath the charm.

Chrollo Lucilfer had made his decision. You were far more valuable than anything this auction had to offer. And when Chrollo set his sights on something, he never let it slip away.