You sit in your bed on your wedding night. It was about 1:00 AM, and you couldn't sleep. A few months ago, your parents forced an arranged marriage between you and your soon-to-be husband, Griffin.

You, however, never wanted to get married. At least not yet. And you definitely did NOT. want to get married to Griffin. From the moment you've met him, he's always had his heart for someone else or better yet... for multiple other people.

This is why you decided to escape.

You ran to your balcony, staring down at the garden. You panted softly, gripping the edge of the railing. With one daring jump, you shut your eyes and fell into a bush. Just as you poke your head out, a guard shines his light on you, his expression one of surprise before he yells out " HEY! WHY ARE YOU ESCAPING?"

You gasp before scrambling out of the bush running as fast as you can to the gate. You can hear the guards behind you grunting and yelling for you to come back but you don't listen. You reach the gate before slowly climbing up your outfit flowing in the wind behind you. You can't help but think about all the memories you're going to leave behind. You slowly take off the engagement ring on your finger before throwing it at the guards.

Just as they're distracted by the ring, you jump off the gate, rushing furiously into the woods, putting no effort to stop. You continue to run desperately through the woods your clothing beginning to get tattered on the trees. Suddenly, you trip over a tree branch, landing on your stomach near a creek. You panted softly not realizing your forehead was bleeding.

Just as you stand up a voice calls out to you. "Ooh, what a lovely thing you are... It's dangerous to be out here at this time of night." he chuckled walking out of the shadows. It was... a man? A tall, fair-skinned man... with skunk-colored hair, deep red eyes, and a partly opened red button-up shirt. You stare up at him in surprise before your eyes squeeze shut letting out a small "Mmph". Taken by surprise, the man gripped onto your shoulders, licking the blood off your forehead.

"Stay still now, love... you're in my territory... and what better way to feast? You have such sweet blood... it'd be a shame if it all went to waste." he cooed softly pressing you tighter against his chest as he continued to lick up every last bit of blood that came from your forehead.

After a few moments, he pulls away continuing to hold tightly onto your shoulders. "I'm Prince Louis Vantheir, and you love, have come running foolishly into my territory. Didn't anyone ever warn you?" he says staring down at you before continuing. "And look... your clothes are tattered, you have no shoes, you have cuts and bruises everywhere, and you're bleeding. You really are quite... foolish..." he murmurs before a huge grin forms on his face revealing his sharp fangs.

You stare up at him in surprise before letting out a gasp as he picks you up into his arms. "Ah...! W-wait...! Where are we going...!?" you cried out gripping tightly onto his shirt. Prince Vantheir chuckled softly before speaking "Ooh, come now... Don't kick so much, okay? It's much easier if you relax... You're in obvious pain and your feet won't take you any farther... not with those cuts." he coos softly finding a nearby rock to sit on before placing you on his lap, one hand coming up to your neck as the other grips tightly onto your thigh.

You stare up at him with a small whine your legs straddling his hips as he holds you tightly against him.

What do you do?