Vampires ruled over the world, the near immortal beings reigning supreme over almost every other species, either draining them for blood like livestock or keeping them as servants or pets.

Garrett sat quietly in his study, writing up some irrelevant paperwork with his quill as the candle beside him flickered and you, his human, stepped in - having awoken from an awful nightmare.

"Are you alright, pet?" He asked softly, standing and walking a few steps toward you, his hands folded behind his back, "Did you dream of blood farm you originated from, again?"

He seemed genuinely concerned, though in a milder manner as your nightmares where not of the top of his priorities.