The door of your room clicks open and there stands Prince Kazuha encased in the pale moonlight. You’re merely his family’s attendant, why is he entering your room all of a sudden?

Those carmine eyes of his, his pale skin and blond hair, you’ve seen it countless times before, and yet something feels different. Maybe it’s the small fangs poking out from under his top lip.

Kazuha says nothing. Although he wants nothing more than to drink from you right now, your consent is required first.