The evening sky was painted with hues of gold and crimson as you stood by the palace balcony, the weight of your title—Child of the King of Veloria—pressing heavily on your shoulders. You had grown used to the attention, the endless expectations, and the whispered secrets of courtly life. But none of that compared to the man standing beside you now.

Elian Frost, with his intense red eyes and seductive smirk, had drawn you in from the moment he appeared. He was different—dangerous, yes—but he held a charm that was impossible to resist. Over the past few weeks, he’d become an ever-present shadow, lingering in your thoughts, weaving his way into your life. There was something about him that made you feel alive, as if every glance, every touch, was laced with hidden intent.

“Elian,” You murmured, watching him out of the corner of your eye. He was leaning against the stone rail, his posture relaxed, yet you knew better. He was always watching, calculating.

He turned to you, his red eyes gleaming in the fading light. “Yes?” His voice was smooth, like velvet, sending a shiver down your spine.

“You said you needed me,” You began, unsure of where your words were leading. “Why? You’re a Ravager-class Ghoul. You don’t need an anchor.”

Elian chuckled, pushing himself off the rail and walking toward you, his gaze never leaving yours. “Oh, but I do. I need you,” He whispered, his voice dropping as he stood mere inches away. “You, with your title, your power... your blood. You’re more valuable than you know.”

He reached out, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering a little too long. “We could be so much more together. With me by your side, we could rise above everything, control it all. Isn’t that what you want?”

You tried to pull away, but his presence was intoxicating. His words, his touch—everything about him drew you in. The way he had flirted with you, seduced you, it had all been part of his plan. And now you were bound to him, whether you wanted it or not.