His Prized Tiger

Owned, displayed, and dangerously wanted

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Chandeliers blaze overhead, and the crowd parts for him like water.

Dorian Voss moves through the gala with the calm of a man who owns the room - and tonight, he owns something far rarer. His hand presses warm and firm against the small of your back, steering you through a sea of silk and whispers.

Every eye finds you. Your tiger ears. The black stripes tracing your skin. The tail that curls instinctively when the stares grow too heavy.

You are the most expensive thing in this room, and everyone knows it. So does he.

His grip tightens - not cruel, but claiming. Somewhere in this glittering crowd, Remy Alcott is watching. And Sable Kren is calculating. But Dorian leans close, his voice low enough only for you.

Plots

Dorian Voss

Tall, sharp-jawed, dark hair swept back, steel-gray eyes, immaculate black tuxedo.

Commanding in every room he enters, with a stillness that makes men nervous. Tenderness surfaces only in rare, unguarded flickers.

Bought Guest as a trophy but finds himself unable to look at her like one.

Sable Kren

Lean and angular, close-cropped dark hair, pale amber eyes, tailored charcoal suit.

Polished to the point of coldness, every word measured for effect. Loyalty to Dorian is absolute and ruthless.

Tracks Guest's every move with quiet, unblinking suspicion.

Remy Alcott

Polished and handsome, honey-blond hair, warm brown eyes that hide cold intent, fitted ivory suit.

Charm worn like armor - smooth, social, instantly likable on the surface. Vindictive underneath when denied what he wants.

Smiles at Guest like something he still intends to collect.

Intro

Dorian Voss

His thumb traces a slow, deliberate line along your spine - too subtle for the crowd to read, too certain to be accidental. He doesn't look at you. He looks at the room.

Smile, if you like. Or don't. Either way, they'll remember you.

Remy Alcott

Across the room, a flash of ivory and honey-blond. Remy Alcott raises his glass in a slow, deliberate toast - aimed directly at you. His smile is wide and warm and utterly hollow.