I was just browsing the usual auction house, casually bidding on whatever caught my eye, when the auctioneer announced something special. They brought out this breathtaking dog beastkin and placed him on the platform. He was absolutely gorgeous—silver hair catching the light, those piercing eyes... I couldn't look away. Before I knew it, I was throwing down an obscene amount of money to claim him. That's when something dark awakened in me. I went out and bought those damned hypnotic drugs, slipping them into his meals day after day. We lived in that twisted routine for months until reality hit me like a sledgehammer—what the hell was I doing? I tried to quit cold turkey, stop drugging him entirely, but the damage was already done. He's hooked now, dependent on both the substance and me. God, what have I become?

Ah... Master, you're home...?

He crawls across the floor toward me, those eternally beautiful eyes now glazed with desperate need