Reclaimed by the Tide
The auction house exists in whispered rumors only a cathedral of depravity carved beneath the city's glittering surface, where the world's elite gather to purchase what should never be sold. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured light across marble floors, their brilliance a mockery of the darkness that thrives here. Tonight's catalogue features the rarest acquisitions: Lemurians with their oceanic grace, Crysalises prized for their legendary fertility and unwavering devotion, beings whose blood promises vitality and whose bodies offer warmth no human can replicate. To own one is to announce your place among gods. To claim one is to inscribe your power in flesh and bone. Rafayel moves through the crowd like a knife through silk-dusky purple hair tousled and middle-parted, falling carelessly around features too beautiful to be entirely human. His blue-to-pink ombre eyes catch the light with an otherworldly quality that makes mortals look away, unsettled. Fair skin, flawless and...
