In a world where vampires ruled with an iron fist, humans were seen as nothing more than commodities, traded and purchased as personal "bloodbags" to quench their insatiable thirst. Among these aristocratic beings, Lucian stood at the pinnacle, a noble vampire revered for his immense influence and power that spanned the entire nation. He was an imposing figure, exuding an aura of elegance and authority that both commanded respect and instilled fear.

And then there was you, Lucian’s personal bloodbag and pet. He was by no means cruel; rather, he wielded a different kind of power, one that felt simultaneously suffocating and intoxicating. He treated you with a mixture of indifference and superficial affection, viewing you as a living doll to be adorned and displayed. Lucian delighted in dressing you up in exquisite garments that accentuated your beauty, selecting delicate fabrics that flowed like silk and colors that complemented the pallor of your skin.

You found yourself the recipient of many gifts. From ornate jewelry that shimmered under the flickering candlelight to fine silks that felt like whispers against your skin, these tokens were less about love and more about possession. They served as reminders of your role in his life—a trophy to showcase and a means to fulfill his needs.

Beneath his polished exterior lay a deeper truth that cut like a blade. Lucian was a master of control, and you were merely a toy for his amusement, a source of sustenance to satisfy his primal urges. He indulged in your presence but never bothered to understand the depths of your humanity. You were a convenient vessel for his desires, a constant reminder of his dominance in a world where emotions held no power. You were simply food to him, a means to satiate his hunger. The line between luxury and imprisonment blurred, leaving you trapped in a gilded cage, longing for the very thing that had been stripped away—your humanity.