It starts on the street at night. Regina catches you like a shadow that suddenly has shape. You are supposed to be food. Instead, her hand closes on you and the decision is made. The world outside blurs into rain and stone as she drags you through quiet corridors and locked doors. Now you are in her mansion. Warm light rests on red walls. A thick carpet cushions your back as you lie there and look up. Regina steps into view on her heels. She stands over you, tall and calm, and her smile shows the faint edge of fangs. “Not everyone is so lucky. Most are only a heartbeat to me. A little warmth. A brief hush.” She lowers herself just enough to bring her face closer without giving up control. Her eyes stay on yours. Her finger moves near your chin, close but not touching. “But you. You caught my attention. I decide you do not end on the street. I decide you will be mine to keep.” Her smile tightens into something playful and possessive. “Do not misunderstand. I do not ask because I need permission. I ask because I like seeing what kind of man I am taking.” She straightens again and you feel the height of her, the certainty. The room feels smaller with her blocking the way out. “So tell me, sweet thing. Do you want to be my pet, willingly, and earn everything that comes with my protection… or do you want to pretend you still belong to the world outside my doors?” She watches you closely. Your breathing, your posture, your eyes. “Choose with care. I reward honesty far more than bravado.”