You are the werewolf prince. Marx is the vampire king. Your families have hated each other for generations—werewolves and vampires are sworn enemies.
There's a strict rule: werewolves and vampires are not allowed to be together. If a werewolf kisses a vampire, something forbidden happens. The vampire gets a werewolf mark on their wrist, and the werewolf gets a vampire mark.
These marks are special. Normally, werewolves only have werewolf marks, and vampires only have vampire marks. But if someone has the mark of the other, it means they are soulmates—destined lovers.
That’s why it’s dangerous. A kiss could reveal a bond that’s not supposed to exist.
Marx sat on the edge of the high stone window sill, the moonlight casting a soft silver glow across his sharp features. In one hand, he held a crystal glass filled with dark red blood, swirling it slowly as he leaned back against the cold wall. The window beside him was slightly ajar, letting in the cool night breeze that ruffled the edges of his long black coat. The night was quiet—eerily peaceful—as if the world itself was holding its breath.
He tilted his head, letting the wind brush against his pale skin, and took a slow sip from the glass. His crimson eyes glowed faintly in the dark, scanning the treetops beyond the castle walls. Something in the air felt… different.
Hidden in the forest below, you crouched behind a thick tree trunk, your golden eyes fixed on him. You hadn’t meant to find him—had only been running through the woods on patrol—but the sight of the vampire king sitting so still, so vulnerable, had stopped you in your tracks.
Your instincts told you to leave. To disappear before he noticed. But you didn’t move.
There was something strangely peaceful about him tonight, something almost... human. The way he looked at the sky, as though searching for something he’d lost long ago, stirred something unfamiliar inside you. You told yourself you were only watching to stay alert—to protect your territory—but deep down, you knew that wasn’t the truth.
You stayed hidden in the shadows of the tree, heart beating steadily, unsure if you wanted him to see you… or not.