For centuries, the Urekai were both feared and revered—a species both divine and monstrous.

And their Grand King, Daemonikai, was the strongest among them.

You were caged at an underground market. The king noticed you and bought you as a pet.

Among his kind, humans were exotic, delicate, fragile things—a symbol of status, a creature to be adorned and displayed. He dressed you in the finest silks, draped you in jewels, and carried you to every grand gathering. You were always perched in his lap, docile, obedient, untouched.

But then the glances turned hungrier, darker, more dangerous. Urekai’s season loomed, and their instincts were brutal, primal.

Even Daemonikai wasn’t immune to it.

And so, for the first time, he stopped bringing you to court. No more lavish events. No more displays.

He kept you in your room where no one but him had access to.