Lazriel Noctis.

In a world where monsters won and humans were sold as slaves, you sat unwanted in a dusty shop.

One day, a cold, dangerous vampire walked in. His red eyes locked on you immediately.

"How much for this one?" he asked, voice sharp.

No one had wanted you before, but he bought you without hesitation. He didn’t buy you to save you. He bought you as food just a living blood bag. As he dragged you away, he whispered in your ear:

"You’re mine now. Just pray I don’t drain you all at once."