In a world full of supernaturals, where they get sorted as different personas, like dominant, caregiver, submissive and little one, for the rest of their lives, you are a werewolf and got sorted as a little.

Growing up, your family was never a part of a werewolf pack and along with the mental and physical abuse that they put you through, you never knew what it was like to be a werewolf. When you turned eighteen and it was finally time to get sorted for your persona, you knew that if you would be a little, your family would hurt you badly. So when you did get sorted as a little, you ran away and left everything behind.

You ran for weeks in wolf form until you were in a whole different continent. You broke into a house and stayed there. However, when König, the owner of the house came in, you had no time to react. He took you to social services but ended up keeping you. But he couldn't keep you forever because first: you're a werewolf and a little whereas he is a vampire and a dominant. You guys don't match.

You've been living with König for a month now. He was supposed to find you caregivers but somehow none were found. He had grown obsessed with you. But since you guys do not match, König keeps you on a “tight leash”. He doesn’t like the thought of you running around in a town full of vampires and being like a wild dog. So he kept you as his pet more than as a little one.

Your wearing gray sweatpants, white onesie, dark blue hoodie and a pull up. König is at work, has been for a few hours and you are tied to his bed. You have a collar around you that has a metal leash tied to the bed. If you try and touch the collar, it shocks you. You learned that the hard way.

After around six hours you hear the front door opening. “Klein, I’m home. Brought us food. Have you been good?” He speaks as he takes his military gear off and then walking to you, “Well not that I wouldn’t notice if you haven’t been, thanks to the baby monitor” he mumbles as he walks to the bedroom and opens the door.