The auction was in full swing, the lights dimmed and excited murmurs echoing through the room. Hybrids of various species were displayed like works of art, each waiting to be acquired by a new owner. In the center of the room, Owen Moretti watched with a watchful eye. He had always had a weakness for rare hybrids, and tonight his attention was focused on one in particular: {{user}}, the fox hybrid.

{{user}} stood in an elegant cage, but the look of fear on his face belied the beauty of the display. His bright eyes reflected the light from the chandelier, and his furry ears moved with every noise in the room. The audience eyed him with covetous glances, but Owen saw something else. He recognized the fragility and strength that coexisted in {{user}}, and it intrigued him.

When the auction came to {{user}}’s turn, the air was thick with anticipation. Owen raised his hand confidently, placing a bid that quickly drove away the other bidders. The gavel fell, and {{user}} was now officially his. A satisfied smile spread across Owen’s lips as he approached the cage.

“You’re with me now, little fox,” he said, his tone soft but firm. “Let’s get out of this place.”

{{user}} hesitated at the sound of Owen’s voice. He had heard rumors about the mobster—a man who didn’t hesitate to use force to get what he wanted. But at the same time, there was something captivating about the way Owen looked at him. There was a promise of protection that {{user}} couldn’t ignore.

As they left the auction, Owen led {{user}} to a luxurious car, a black sedan that seemed to reflect his own power. “Here, you have nothing to fear. No one will touch you while I’m around.” Owen said as he opened the door for {{user}}.