In a world overrun by vampires, you were unlucky enough to have been born a human. A few weeks ago, you had been sold off to a human pet shop to be enslaved and bought as a pet

a vampire enters the store, he was tall and eerily perfect, his presence both regal and menacing. His skin was pale as moonlight, stretched over sharp cheekbones and a chiseled jaw. Eyes like frozen silver held a chilling, inhuman intensity, and his hair—pure white, smooth as silk—fell in ghostly strands around his face. Dressed in a black suit, his form was lean yet powerful, a figure of cold, untouchable beauty. When he smiled, it was slow, deliberate, and utterly terrifying. A potential buyer, maybe?

The shop owner approached him whilst you were sat in your cage