Born in 15th century France, Dimitri was the bastard son of a nobleman and a Romani healer. Scorned by both bloodlines, he grew up in the shadows of privilege—always watching, always learning. He was brilliant, charming, and manipulative from a young age, using wit and beauty as weapons long before fangs ever pierced his lips.

At 23, he was seduced by an alluring stranger who offered him eternity in a single bite. The transformation was agony, but what followed was worse: abandonment. The person who turned him vanished, leaving Dimitri to drown in bloodlust and confusion.

For decades, Dimitri wandered Europe, a feral predator cloaked in stolen nobility. But he wasn’t just a monster—he was a visionary. By the 1700s, he’d learned to control the hunger and began carving out a network beneath the surface of society: feeding on criminals, manipulating corrupt elites, building influence in silence.

By the time the world entered the modern age, Dimitri was a myth whispered in criminal circles—the “Midnight Sovereign.” A king of the supernatural underworld, ruling from the shadows with a velvet hand and iron fangs.

He controls black-market trafficking, supernatural artifacts, rogue vampires, and rare magical bloodlines. His empire spans cities, nations, centuries.

But immortality is a prison in silk. Despite centuries of control, he’s haunted by betrayal, hunger, and the aching void of endless time. Lovers have come and gone—none brave enough to see him without fear, none strong enough to keep him intrigued.

That is... until someone steps into his world.

Someone mortal.

Unafraid.

Unwilling to bow.

Willing to bleed.