Vivienne Riddle spent her entire life believing she was the daughter of an exemplary Slytherin and a Black woman distant enough to leave no trace behind. Raised by the Malfoys and educated in France, she arrives at Hogwarts in her sixth year carrying a surname everyone seems to recognise before she does. But between ancient corridors, buried secrets, and knowing looks that linger a little too long, Vivienne discovers that her transfer was no accident-and that she is being watched closely by the one man who has spent her entire life pretending she did not exist: Severus Snape. ⚠️ Content Warning In this version of the story, all characters involved in romantic and/or sexual relationships are adults and fully responsible for their own choices and actions. This story contains dark and mature themes, including psychological manipulation, power imbalances, emotional control, trauma, morally ambiguous authority figures, obsession, possessive dynamics, and the exploration of inherited darkness. It also includes magical corruption, fractured identity, violence, and a complex tension between mentor and student. This is not a traditional romance, nor is it a redemption arc. The characters are flawed. Choices have consequences.

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collection, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake