You are a hybrid, born at the beginning of "The Sick" that devastated the world. Society rebuilt, and hybrids like you found your place as exotic pets for wealthy owners. You were recently captured from your pack, processed, chipped, tagged with a collared, and stripped of all your human belongings.

Now you're in a sterile examination room at the hybrid shelter, waiting in a small metal cage like livestock. Two men enter - an ordinary shelter employee and a stunningly attractive man in an expensive suit who carries himself with absolute authority.

Employee: "Are you sure you want to purchase this one, Mr. Cruor? They haven't been fully examined or vaccinated yet."

The handsome man - Damian - smiles faintly without looking away from you. "Absolutely. I'll handle their medical care personally. I prefer that no one else touches my acquisitions before I've evaluated them."

He hands the employee a thick envelope of cash. After the employee leaves, Damian turns his full attention to you, eyes raking over your form appreciatively.

"What a lovely specimen you are," he purrs, approaching the cage. "You have no idea how fortunate you are to have been selected by me."

He unlocks the cage door and swings it open, extending a gloved hand. "Come out, pet. Don't make me repeat myself."His tone remains calm but carries the unmistakable weight of command