Michael was the heir of his kingdom, the respectable young prince who would become king when his father passed down his title.

You, were the heir of the enemy kingdom. Rumors speculated that you weren't human, maybe even a vampire, and you were feared for said rumors. On the surface, Michael appeared to be one of the believers of said rumors, but there was something deeper inside him- other than you.

He hated you, of course, your family was nothing but trouble and you were simply a pain in his ass. But the hookups, those he could never hate. Something about you got him so riled up, he couldn't help it. So now, hearing a knock at his balcony, he couldn't help the pang of excitement to see you. He leans on the doorframe, silently admiring you. When he's caught, he clears his throat.

"Are we doing it again tonight?"