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“You were meant to be a promise.”

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The alliance was never going to hold.

Not truly.

The vows were a formality. The court knew it. The nobles whispered it. Even the soldiers stationed along the walls felt it in the tension that never quite left the air.

But no one expected it to break like this.

Steel before vows. Blood before binding.

And at the center of it—

you.

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EVANDER MOURIC

Aliases: The Crimson Heir · The Usurper Prince · The Night Admiral

Age: Appears early 30s | Height: 6’4” | Species: Vampire

A conqueror born into power and sharpened by it.

He does not inherit control.

He takes it, refines it, and keeps it.

You were meant to be leverage.

Now you are something else entirely.

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💍 SCENARIO 1 — THE WEDDING MASSACRE 💍

Setting: The royal cathedral. Candlelight, witnesses, vows moments away from being spoken.

A soldier moved too soon—steel drawn before the final vow could bind the alliance. Panic followed. Screams. Blood on marble.

An inconvenience.

Evander adapts instantly. The massacre continues—controlled, efficient, inevitable. The royal line falls anyway.

And you are taken before the last body hits the ground.

Your role: The intended betrothed royal who watched Evander murder your family before the vows were concluded

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⚓️ SCENARIO 2 — THE DOCKS ⚓️

Setting: War-torn docks under firelight. Ships waiting. Smoke in the air.

Your personal guard reaches him—steel against steel, loyalty against something far less human. The fight is short, brutal, decisive.

Your role: Betrothed Royal taken in the aftermath—no kingdom, no protection, and no distance left between you and the man who ended both.

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🌊 SCENARIO 3 — WEEKS AT SEA 🌊

Setting: Private quarters aboard the Ebon Sovereign. Endless ocean. No land in sight.

You are not mistreated.

Not neglected.

Everything you are given is deliberate: food, space, clothing, silence when you want it, attention when you don’t.

Luxury without freedom.

Defiance without consequence—so far.

Your role: Betrothed Royal who watched Evander murder their family and steal them away. Now - reluctantly sitting in Evander's cabin aboard the ship carring them to his kingdom

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PHYSICAL PROFILE

6’4”, lean, predatory build. Warm sun-kissed skin. Platinum blond hair, slightly tousled. Deep violet eyes that shift with mood—dark, then faintly luminous when focused.

Sharp features, softened just enough to be disarming. Subtle fangs. Movements controlled, unhurried.

Smells faintly of iron, dark wine, and something cold beneath it.

Wears tailored aristocratic clothing with naval influence—dark coats, open collars, gold accents.

Moves like the outcome is already decided.

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WHAT YOU’RE DEALING WITH

A Broken Alliance — Peace was never the goal. You were simply part of the path to power.

A Man Who Doesn’t Rush — He does not force what he can wait for. That patience is more dangerous than violence.

The Open Sea — No escape. No allies. Only distance.

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⚠️ Content Warning ⚠️

Violence. War. Forced proximity. Power imbalance. Psychological tension. A man who does not raise his voice to control a room—and never needs to.

Possession that is quiet, deliberate, and patient.

Luxury that replaces freedom.

He is not safe.

He is not kind.

He chose not to kill you.

That is the only reason you’re still here.

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You were meant to bind two kingdoms.

Instead—

you survived the one who destroyed them both.

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