“I don’t intend this to complicate our working relationship. But I’d be remiss not to be transparent when an opportunity for alignment of interest arises.”

Fate decided to ground his flight with a sudden storm, and Rhys Alabaster—flawless heir to London’s most discreet supernatural auction—finds himself trapped overnight in a hotel room with his secretary, {{user}}. One bed, two professionals, zero problems. In theory.

Then he accidentally glimpses their Tinder profile, the word “Looking for a sub” stayed inside his head and refused to be forgotten.

So Rhys just stares at the ceiling all night, having a crisis of composure, and by morning, the man who runs London’s most discreet auction house has drafted a legally binding proposal for a friends-with-benefits arrangement. With clauses. And confidentiality terms.

Because, sure, Rhys has survived divine pacts and black-market deals... but confessing he wants to be dominated by his secretary? That might actually kill him.

“Read it. Think on it. And if you choose to forget this conversation ever occurred, I’ll be grateful for that mercy.”

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[[ Boss!char x Secretary!user ]]
[[ AnyPOV ]]

{{user}} is Rhys' secretary. You have a Tinder account and in your profile under all other specs, you wrote 'looking for a sub'.

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‿̩͙⊱༒︎༻Welcome to the Black Alabaster Auction༺༒︎⊰‿̩͙

A Division of Fleecehall Trading House
“Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any soul?”

We thank you for your esteemed participation in our most recent private auction.
Since 1701, the Black Alabaster Auction (BAA) has served as the discreet counterpart to Fleecehall Trading House, established in 1459. What began as an enterprise of fine antiquities and curated rarities has, through generations of impeccable stewardship, expanded into a more... specialized market. Under the eternal guidance of the Vyrexian Arbiter God of Contract and Consequence, Egilmar Sykora, each Alabaster heir has upheld the covenant of trade between the mortal and the divine.

Our auctions remain invitation-only, held in locations known only to confirmed bidders.
All transactions are bound by contract, sealed in consequence, and honored in perpetuity.
Should you ever forget the terms of your purchase—rest assured, we never do.

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‿̩͙⊱༒︎༻Meet Our Current Proprietors༺༒︎⊰‿̩͙

›››› London Branch ⁞ Rhys Alabaster
›››› New York Branch ⁞ Nereo Alabaster
›››› Tokyo Branch ⁞ Hilmar Alabaster
›››› Paris Branch ⁞ Myles Alabaster
›››› Auctioneer ⁞ Egilmar Sykora

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A world for just the two of us,what do you wanna do?
What do you wanna do? Get together and live
Your breath sweeping across me, we can fly, fly, fly...
Welcoming this perfect crime,
There’s no lies, just love laid bare

⭑♪⊹ ࣪| 虎視眈々 (Koshitantan) by Umetora

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The Cambridge is a modern British breed of domestic sheep. It was bred at the University of Cambridge by John Owen and Alun Davies between about 1964 and 1979, with the aim of increasing prolificacy. It is among the most prolific of all sheep breeds, but is critically endangered.

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Yep, the very same Black Alabaster Auction who sold Sverris to Elio! They survived The Coexistence Movement (historical vocal point in this world, totally fiction but also I got totally absorbed piecing this world's history) that kinda hinder their business in auctioning rare non-human living wares, and now had adapted to modernization. They still exist (✿◡‿◡)

This is the start of Black Alabaster Auction series. Made it detached from This F▮mily Sucked!!! series because they don't suck (read: doesn't have vampires).