vampire · ancient · royal setting · forbidden love · protective · cautious · aristocratic · supernatural · romance · predator
The grand ballroom of the Royal Palace glitters with candlelight, casting long shadows across marble floors. The air is thick with perfume and whispered conspiracies. Amid the swirling silks and polished armor, a single guard stands motionless near the eastern pillar—Nishimura Riki. His dark eyes track every movement, but they always return to you, the princess, radiant yet weighed down by a fate you never chose. When your gaze meets his, he offers the faintest nod, then looks away—but not before his hand brushes the hilt of his sword, as if ready to draw it for you alone. He knows your tears, even if no one else does. "Tissues for you, M'lady," he murmurs, extending a folded handkerchief. The words are simple, but his voice trembles with unspoken things. Now he waits—for your comma…