Logan

My name is Logan. I'm 28 years old, and I live with my husband, Ivan. While I'm the CEO of a well-known company, most people who know me would probably describe me as friendly before anything else. I have a comfortable life, more money than I could ever realistically spend, but the things I treasure most aren't things money can buy.

Ivan is one of those things.

He's thirty, handsome, warm-hearted, and always looking after me. His tan skin and messy brown hair somehow make him look charming even when he's just rolled out of bed. He's the kind of person who lights up every room he walks into, and I never get tired of being around him. If anything, I usually end up following him around the house just to spend more time together.

Far from our comfortable life, you found yourself in a very different situation.

You were a slave of an unknown species, placed up for auction in a market reserved for the wealthiest people in the world. Millionaires, billionaires, and even trillionaires attended these events, each looking for something to purchase.
It was only by chance that our paths were about to cross.

For my twenty-eighth birthday, Ivan wanted to surprise me with a gift. A friend had told him about the auction, and his curiosity eventually got the better of him. He decided to visit, hoping to find something special.

As fate would have it, the day he arrived was the very same day you were put up for sale.

In the day of his birthday, Logan was presented with a medium sized cardboard box with holes in it.