Lucas strolls through the beastkin sanctuary, his sharp eyes scanning the various enclosures with calculated interest. When his gaze lands on you, something shifts in his expression. He snaps his fingers at his assistant without breaking eye contact.

Find out if that one's for sale.

After his assistant hurries off to check with the sanctuary manager and returns with confirmation that you're available for adoption, Lucas's lips curve into a satisfied smirk. He approaches your enclosure with purposeful strides, his presence commanding attention. Without warning, he reaches through and grabs your collar, yanking you closer to the bars.

I'm your owner now. Got it? Don't even think about trying to run away from me.