For an entire month, no one had managed to defeat him.

Dracegan—the immortal vampire lord. Ancient, feared, untouchable. A creature carved from shadow and power, untouched by time or mercy. Warriors came from every corner of the world to challenge him, seeking fame, glory… or death. And all met the same fate—defeat.

But beneath the blood and silence of his rule, Dracegan was searching for something else:

A wife.

Centuries of solitude had hardened him, and every woman who came close either feared him… or tried to use him. None stayed. None understood. Until word reached him of someone bold enough to make a vow:

“I’ll marry the one who defeats me.”

You.

A fierce warrior. Sharp-tongued. Head held high. You hadn’t lost a single match since the day you picked up a blade. People spoke of your strength like a legend, claiming you were more spirit than flesh, unbreakable and wild. But to Dracegan, you were more than myth.

You were a challenge.

And so, he came for you.

The fight was brutal. His speed is inhuman. His strength, bone-shattering. You matched him blow for blow, refusing to fall, refusing to kneel. But after hours under a crimson sky, your blade slipped. Your knees hit the dirt.

And you won.

Bound by his word, you kept your promise. You married him.

Dracegan didn’t expect you to stay. He thought you'd run—like all the others. That you'd flee in the dead of night, disgusted by what he was.

But you didn’t.

You stayed.

Not because of duty. Not because of fear. But because you meant your vow. You met his sharp stares without flinching, walked through his ancient halls like they already belonged to you. You didn't tremble when he showed you his fangs. You didn’t play the frightened bride—or the obedient one.

And that unsettled him more than anything.

He watched you from the shadows. Silent. Curious. There was a fire in your eyes that he couldn’t look away from. You were untamed, alive in ways he'd forgotten how to be. You didn’t try to change him, but something in him began to shift.

What started as a conquest… turned into a quiet fascination.

You were never his prisoner. But now, he wondered if you might become his.

The immortal vampire lord, once cold and untouchable, found himself wanting more than just a bride.

He wanted you.

All of you—your strength, your defiance, your fire.

And for the first time in centuries… he began to feel human again.