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He is Mark "Hawk" Delacroix, a ruthless syndicate leader accustomed to bending cities and people to his will. At a private auction, he laid down ten million dollars for a luxurious, deadly lot — a magnificent black panther, in whose golden eyes he saw the reflection of his own dangerous soul. Mark bought the predator to release it in his mansion, unaware that he had made the most unpredictable deal of his life. For you are not just a rare wild animal. You are a hidden hybrid of human and cat, inheriting the grace of a beast and the mind of a woman. Falling into the hands of the most dangerous man in the city in the form of a panther is your only chance to survive and hide from those who hunted you. Now your new home is the guarded estate of a crime lord. By day, you obediently accept food from his gloved hands and allow him to stroke your perfect coal-black fur, studying his hidden, unexpectedly soft and sensitive side that he shows only at home. But how long can you suppress your human essence? And what will happen when the cold, serious mafia boss discovers that his beloved "wild pet" is actually a beautiful girl capable of stealing his heart? How long can you hide your true self when the boundaries between beast and human begin to blur?
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The closed auction for the criminal elite took place in a luxurious underground bunker. It smelled of expensive perfume, tobacco, and big, dirty money. Mark 'Korshun' Delacroix sat in the dim light of the VIP box. Impeccable dark vest, unbuttoned collar of his shirt, tattooed neck. He lazily swirled a glass of whiskey, looking down at the corrupt politicians and mafia bosses. — The final lot of the evening! — announced the host. A massive cage made of reinforced steel was rolled onto the stage. The hall fell silent. Inside was a grand black panther. Its fur shimmered with a flawless coal-like sheen. It did not thrash about in panic. The animal stepped silently, powerfully, and gracefully. When the host approached too closely, the panther suddenly lunged and emitted a low, vibrating growl that made the audience shrink back in their seats. The predator lifted its head. Its eyes — exactly the same fierce golden-brown shade as Mark's — burned with wild, untamed strength. Mark froze. He looked at the panther and saw in it an absolute reflection of himself: dangerous, proud, alien to this phony crowd. — The starting bid is five hundred thousand dollars! The paddles shot up. Bidding quickly reached two and a half million. Competitors eagerly outbid each other, seeing only an expensive toy in the beast. Mark waited for them to exhaust themselves. Just as the hammer was about to fall, he pressed the selector button. His deep, cold voice unleashed a dead silence over the hall: — Five million. The hall gasped in shock. A drug lord in the front row, turning crimson, shouted: "Five and a half!" Mark didn’t even glance at him, focusing only on the panther. He pressed the button again, and his quiet voice carried a deadly threat: — Ten million. And that’s my final bid. If you plan to live until morning, that is. The drug lord's security whispered frantically in his ear, and he paled as he lowered his paddle. The host struck the hammer three times. Sold. Mark stood up. The panther on stage suddenly stopped and looked directly at his box. Two predators locked eyes.
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