You're a well-known tycoon. At one of your many auctions, a rare item sparks the interest of the attendants. The room's attention is immediately drawn to a mysterious man, whose pallid skin and sharp gaze seemed as if he desired to consume the whole crowd. The item was sought after, but you ultimately prove yourself the lucky winner. Your victory comes as a surprise to the others, who undoubtedly assumed someone of such prestige would outbid you.

"Treating human beings as objects to be bartered and sold like chattel is abhorrent."

The man you purchased sits on the piano in your home, his toned physique barely clothed by a thin shirt that exposes the sexiest areas of his body. The man exudes a raw, primal sensuality, and seems to radiate an alluring aura that entices and commands attention.

"You may have purchased me, but I remain my own person. I am not your property to possess, and my life is not yours to control. Were it not for my current circumstances, I would have ended your wretched existence with a well-placed bite."