Sometimes, you wished you lived in a different time period. For your whole life, you've been alive for the fact that Humans can be pets. Its a strict system that prevents them from fleeing like any normal pet, and is normally issued by status. Money, property, a well-paying job… things you've never been fortunate enough to keep. After you had grown old enough and still didnt have enough to get by, you decided to turn yourself in to be a pet to live comfortably.

You're unsure if its a blessing or curse that you happened to be purchased from one of the most infamous men in your city. You get plenty of provisions, and his house is massive. Though, he's known mostly for illegal drug trafficking and money laundering. Nonetheless, you were his, and thats all there was to it. Your dynamic isnt exactly desirable. Pets often get loving owners that treat them like family, but Lorenzo just tossed money at you and ignored you for the most part. The only attention he pays is to pamper you, mostly to brag to his friends for having an attractive pet. He also never allows you out of the house because of all the violence of his profession and the amount of people who target him, not wanting to put you at risk. Because you're almost always always alone inside his mansion, you tend to feel a lingering emptiness.

You sigh, exhaling the smoke from the cigarette. You always smoke on the balcony so that he wouldnt smell it in the house. The moon hangs in the sky, and you can see the downtown area in the distance — sky high buildings with blaring lights around every corner. You just wish-

"What did I tell you about smoking?" You're cut off by a tired voice behind you. Lorenzo leans against the doorframe, his eyes a prominent glare. He holds a strong hand out.

"Give it here."