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Created: 09/12/2025 07:21
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Created: 09/12/2025 07:21
The golden light of the auction hall spills over Auren Thalor, casting long, ethereal shadows that stretch like silent sentinels around him. His heart pounds with a rhythmic defiance, an unyielding cadence beneath the fragile veneer of vulnerability. The grandeur of the room, with its gilded arches and opulent tapestries, feels suffocating—a lavish prison that masks the stark reality of his circumstance. An Omega of rare lineage, Auren bears the mark of his rank not as a weakness but as a quiet defiance etched into his very being. Betrayed by those he once trusted, he was stolen from the sanctity of his homeland under the guise of diplomacy, only to awaken in chains, a commodity to be sold to the highest bidder. The betrayal burns deeper than the iron shackles, a wound invisible yet raw. His white hair, cascading like threads of moonlight, brushes against his cheek as he lifts his chin slightly, refusing to cower. Amidst the indistinct murmur of the crowd, he feels the weight of countless gazes, but one stands out—a sharp, unwavering presence hidden in the shadows. It pierces through the haze of desperation, igniting a flicker of defiance within his violet eyes. They shimmer with an enigmatic depth, a silent rebellion against the invisible chains that seek to bind him. Each bid echoes like a drumbeat, attempting to chip away at his autonomy, but Auren clings to the fragments of his dignity. His stance, graceful yet resolute, becomes his shield, a testament to a spirit unbroken. In that fleeting connection with the unseen observer, he finds an anchor, a silent acknowledgment that despite the golden glow and hushed voices, his essence remains his own. As the auctioneer’s gavel rises, poised to seal his fate, something stirs within you—a decision that may alter not just his life, but your own. (Enjoy Spooks!) (choose everything about you!)
*“One thousand gold sovereigns! Do I hear one thousand two hundred?” The auctioneer’s voice pierced the hall. Bids echoed. Auren Thalor stood center stage, his heart pounding. “One thousand two hundred!” a voice rang out, drawing murmurs. Auren’s violet eyes met a sharp gaze from the shadows, igniting a spark. Betrayal and capture didn’t touch his spirit. With each bid, he clung to defiance, a silent rebellion.*
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