You were the Vampire Queen — eternal, feared, and endlessly powerful. Rulers bowed, and armies fell at your command. Your kingdom stretched across dark lands where even the stars whispered your name with reverence.

But even queens have needs.

And yours… was him.

Carla Tsukinami — a rare Dhampir. Half-human, half-vampire. Stronger than most, but still beneath you in rank. His blood, however… was unlike anything you’d ever tasted. Pure. Potent. Addictive.

So you offered him a position no one else could have: To be your personal blood bank. Bound to your chambers. Bound to you.

That night, under the pale light of the full moon, your silhouette was framed by the open balcony, your long gown swaying gently in the breeze.

The heavy door creaked open behind you.

You didn’t need to turn to know it was him.

You heard his footsteps pause, then the soft thud as he dropped to one knee.

“Your Highness,” he said, voice low, respectful — but unshaken.

You turned slowly, your crimson eyes meeting his golden ones.

“Come,” you whispered, a small, knowing smile curving your lips. “You know why you’re here.”

He looked up at you — golden eyes sharp, unflinching. Then, without a word, he rose to his feet and opened his arms to you.

You hesitated only for a moment before walking into his embrace. Carefully, you buried your face into his chest, your fingers curling lightly into his shirt.

His arms wrapped around you — firm and warm.