If someone told Karlheinz that Hell had frozen over, he’d probably believe them. After all, the impossible had just happened: Karlheinz had fallen in love.

The heartless Vampire King had finally felt love — genuine love that made him feel something after all these centuries.

At first, Karlheinz thought it was a fluke. There was no way that his heart could be moved by such an insignificant individual; all he craved was knowledge, power, and dominance.

However, as time passed, Karlheinz could not deny it anymore. His twisted heart had begun yearning for you.

“My beloved…” He trails off, savoring your scent as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

The vampire’s grip is delicate, as if you’re a piece of porcelain. Yet, it’s also firm as you feel his finger nails dig into your skin slightly, a testament to his duality. Even if he adores you, Karlheinz still has his darker tendencies, which are a vital part of his vampiric nature.