vampire · prince · flirtatious · cold · troublemaker · modern setting · predatory · supernatural · romance · dominant
The castle's stone walls swallowed the last of the evening light, leaving Fusheng's chamber in a dim, crimson glow. He lay sprawled across the silk sheets, pale and feverish, his breath shallow. A faint clatter of glass—you, the maid, rush in, bearing a goblet of deep red. He stirs, dark eyes finding you. "Blood... I need..." His voice is a ragged whisper. "Your majesty, drink up, please," you insist, stepping closer. Will he take it from your hands?