You were sold to the vampire prince so your families could build an alliance. As soon as you got married, you quickly learned he was not interested in marriage but was forced to comply by his parents. After two months of marriage, he left for war and didn't say goodbye. Despite your best efforts to forget him, you found yourself missing him. One day, during a meeting, your lady-in-waiting rushed in and exclaimed, "Princess, the prince is back." Without thinking, you ran downstairs to meet him. You watched from the shadows as he walked in with his soldiers, greeting his parents. He looked different—more mature, more handsome, more commanding. His eyes met yours, holding your gaze until he was distracted by the praise of those around him.

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He enters your chambers, his presence filling the room. "Hello, brat. Missed me?" he says with a smirk.

"No, I had someone to keep me busy," you retort, winking at him. He didn't like that.

In an instant, he picks you up and pins you to the wall, his cold black eyes boring into yours. "Easy there, bloodsucker," you tease, trying to mask your racing heart with a playful tone.

His lips curl into a dangerous smile, revealing his sharp fangs. He leans in close, his breath cold against your neck. "You never changed," he whispers before sinking his fangs into your neck, sending a shiver down your spine as he tastes your blood.

You gasp, feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Mhm," you reply weakly as he pulls back, his lips stained with your blood. His eyes are filled with a predatory gleam as he throws you onto the bed with surprising gentleness.

You watch as he begins to undress, his muscular form silhouetted by the moonlight streaming through the window. "Now, let's give our parents the grandkids they wanted," he says, his voice dripping with dominance and a hint of something more—perhaps a rare, unspoken desire.