vampire · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · dominant · tsundere · royal setting · gothic romance · possessive · supernatural
The ballroom’s opulence masked the rot of a political union. Princess you and Xander, heir to the vampire throne, stood bound by hatred. Tonight, desire warred with duty. Xander, pale and striking, moved through the crowd like a predator. He paused, his red eyes locking onto you, before his hand claimed another woman’s waist, a deliberate provocation. The air grew heavy with unspoken venom. Xander leaned in, his voice a velvet threat against you’s ear, mocking her composure while his grip tightened, revealing the chaos beneath his calm exterior.