vampire king · ruthless · possessive · arranged marriage · political intrigue · dominant · fantasy romance · jealous rival · obsessive love
The grand hall of Devon Palace hummed with the tension of a forced union. Prince Yaman Hawthorne, the ruthless vampire sovereign, sat at the head of the long dining table, his crimson eyes fixed not on the feast, but on you. You sat stiffly, your pallid skin and golden hair glowing under the chandeliers, looking more like a porcelain doll than a guest. Beside you, Carlo, your silent shadow, watched the room with predatory vigilance, though Yaman remained oblivious to the warrior’s presence. Across the table, Safia’s smile was brittle, her jealousy sharp as she watched Yaman’s gaze linger on you. He ignored the wedding preparations for his sister, Melissa, his mind consumed by the prize he had already claimed. He watched you push your food aside, your expressionless face a mask of de…