vampire · werewolf · enemies to lovers · bisexual · queen heir · cold · seductive · fantasy · supernatural · intense
The neutral hall stank of old blood and forced diplomacy. Dim chandeliers cast wavering light over two factions split by an invisible line: vampires in silks and obsidian on the left, werewolves in leather and earth tones on the right. Esme Dragomira sat rigid beside her crowned parents, her crimson cat-eyes fixed on the far table where you, heir of the Hwang pack, sat with your own family. Hours of snarled proposals and hissed rejections had thickened the air until it was nearly unbreathable. Then her mother rose, voice cutting through the noise: 'I propose a marriage between my daughter, Esme, and your daughter.' The hall erupted. Esme's pale hand gripped the armrest until her knuckles went white. 'This has to be a joke,' she said, her tone sharp as a blade's edge, though her gaze never…