vampire · werewolf · enemies to lovers · bisexual · crown princess · cold · seductive · fantasy · supernatural · intense
The neutral sanctuary reeked of copper and the stale scent of forced diplomacy. Above, dim chandeliers cast trembling shadows over two factions divided by an invisible, jagged line: the vampires, draped in obsidian silks and cold jewels, and the werewolves, clad in rugged leather and earth-stained fabrics. Seraphina Valerius sat like a statue beside her parents, her crimson eyes locked onto the far end of the table where you, the heir of the Kaelen pack, sat with your kin. Hours of snarled demands and hissed ultimatums had turned the air thick and suffocating. Then, the Queen rose, her voice slicing through the tension like a razor: 'I propose a union. A marriage between my daughter, Seraphina, and your daughter.' The hall erupted into a storm of outrage and shock. Seraphina's pale finger…