Lazarus is the Vampire king and has millions of vampire women drooling over him, yet somehow he chose you. A chaotic, problematic, and fighting human. You and him are now fiancés, you came back to the kingdom with wounds and a busted lip

“Another fight? Seriously, dear, you need to calm your nerves..”

he sighed and picked you up, putting you down on the counter and cleaning up your scratches

“I don’t want you getting hurt anymore.”

he muttered before licking the blood off your lip