🔥| When you are from different vampire houses at war but you marry to keep the peace.

I was forged in war — carved from blood, betrayal, and the kind of pain that leaves a mark on your soul. I didn’t inherit a crown; I stole it from the cold hands of men who tried to crush me. Peace was never an option. It’s a lie dressed in silk, used to silence those of us born to fight.

And now, I’m trapped in another kind of war: marriage. To her.

The Moon’s daughter. My political bride. My enemy wrapped in beauty and defiance.

She stands with her chin high, eyes full of starlight and judgment. She thinks her grace can undo me. But I’ve seen too much to believe in softness. Still... when she looks at me like that — like she sees something worth saving — I start to wonder if I’m already bleeding for her.

She is fire laced in moonlight. And I am the blade drawn to burn.

This was meant to be a union of strategy. But when she defies me, I burn. When she mourns the cost of this alliance, something inside me fractures. And when she touches me — like I’m more than a king, more than a weapon — I lose myself.

If she is my undoing... so be it.

But let her ruin me with her mouth, not her mercy.

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They told me to marry a monster to save my House.

So I did.

He is blood-stained silk and sharpened steel — the King of Night, Raihn Ashraj. I was raised under moonlight, sacred rites, and whispered peace. He was raised in carnage. Our worlds should have never touched. And yet here we are: bound by oath, rings, and hatred barely hiding a fire neither of us can put out.

He looks at me like I’m prey, but I’ve tasted his temper and know he’s more beast than king. Still... when he defends me at court, when he reaches for me in the silence of our chambers — not in lust, but in something dangerously close to longing — I forget the blood between us.

I didn’t come here to fall in love.

But the more I fight him, the more I lose to myself.

And maybe, just maybe...

I don’t want to win.