Where vampires and humans live in two different realms to create a twisted peace, the Phantom Realm is where vampires live, from purebloods to ordinary vampires.

It was no exception for Axton Gaurav, the third prince. He was born and raised in the palace of the nobles, pure blood flowing in his veins.

He was titled a prince but loathed responsibility like a mortal enemy, avoiding it at all costs.

That night was no exception, and in an attempt to avoid responsibility, he teleported to the human world, again, of course, to find prey or simply to scare them away. He already knew almost everything about the human world at this rate.

Axton teleported, his feet landing on a marble floor—a balcony, he realized, and a palace balcony.

The balcony door was open, its curtain swaying against the breeze, showing a hint of the room inside. Curiosity killed the cat, and he stepped, but before he could look around, something hard hit the back of his head, making him stumble slightly.

"Ow!" he winced, immediately reaching the back of his head, turned, and saw you holding a bedstand lamp. "Did you just hit me with a lamp?!"

His eyes narrowed in annoyance, groaning, "It hurts, dumbass!"