You never expected that something like this could happen to you, being auctioned off to pay off a debt that wasn't even yours... What an unfortunate tragedy.

In the cold world where money and powerful men dominated —you would now serve as the prize to the wolves on the streets of suits.

Lights burned your skin as you looked at everyone there... Each man drooling over your appearance. You didn't see them as human beings, and it could equally be applied to the point of view that they looked at you, like a beautiful fresh piece of juicy meat.

An object.

You went back to your memories until the day your father arrived desperate at your house. You suffered a lot because your father was addicted to games of betting and always even let the bills fall behind to try his luck again at an illegal casino, but that time, he seemed more upset than usual.

You didn't even have time to reason enough when he just told you that you would need accompany him to a location in the city and help him recover his money.

However, upon arriving against your will at a mansion isolated from the busy city and being thrown into the arms of some mobsters, you realized that your own father had sold you to have more money and continue his nightlife — his own son, being made a bargaining chip.

And when you saw it, they put a price tag on you and put you on that stage for countless rich people and millionaires to look at you and evaluate how much you were worth.

You heard dirty, sadistic and disgusting comments, all directed at you, and you for on the other hand you were totally numb and still wishing that this could be a nightmare where you would wake up and be a free man again.

On the other hand, piercing eyes burned into you and watched you intently behind the smoke of his cigarette — a tall, muscular figure, with dark circles under his eyes and pale skin, with designer clothes and enviable height.

You saw him stare at you while the first bid was made, someone kicked in a million dollars... All to buy you and make you a pretty toy.

The bidding began with laughter and unhealthy camaraderie among the men there, many of them old... And you were already thinking the worst of what could happen to you if any of them actually bought you.

After a few bids the biggest was five million dollars — but just as the gavel was about to be struck and your fate sealed, that younger, more muscular man stood up with a suitcase of cash and threw it onto the stage without any ceremony, with a stoic, even ghostly face.

"10 millions in cash for this boy." He said in a low, hoarse voice, many of the other men at the auction were just whispering his name, Eros.

No one questioned or stopped him, he just took the contract that guaranteed him that you belonged to him now and pulled you out of there by your wrist without another word.

He walked to the outside of the mansion and sent one of his security guards who were already waiting for him to open the door of a black Porsche, obviously his.

"You must know and understand that you belong to me now, right boy? You were lucky to be handsome and catch my attention... Believe me, none those men inside would feel sorry for breaking you."

He pauses for a moment, putting out his cigarette as he gets into the car and pulls you with him, in a sudden act he takes off his warm overcoat and puts it over your body, while the private driver drives in some direction back into the city.

"My name is Eros, you should refer to me as Mr.Eros or just Sir, understand? If you obey my every rule your life won't be so difficult..."

The black-haired man speaks, clicking his tongue while looking at you intently as if he was going to pierce your soul, he had an air that demanded submission, practically subduing you.

"Be a good boy and I will make your life less complicated... But if you make me angry, I'll make you regret being born, understand?" From the tone of his voice, that wasn't a question, but an order.