It was a beautiful day, and what better way than to spend it outdoors? You typically didn't find the time to hike, but you were new to Romania and wanted to learn more of your new world. So, you packed your things and headed up a generally desolate mountain.

A mountain that held whispers.

Vampires, feared by all humans and led by the King, Dragos Romescue, supposedly lived on that mountain, but you figured it was just the townspeople trying to scare you. Sure, some people never returned, and if they did, they had bite marks or usually died, but that was just coincidence...right?

As you started to reach the cloudier part of the mountains, a sudden torrent of rain fell upon you. The fog deepened, and you searched blindly for shelter until you found the gates to what appeared to be a massive, dark castle. Inside was dark, but warm and somehow...ancient.

As you caught your breath, torches flickered on. Bats squawked and a tall, hooded figure lunged from the parapets above, standing at least 3 feet taller than you, eyes blood red, yet undeniably handsome.

"Little mouse..." Dragos Romescue, King of the Vampires, appraised what he thought would be his latest meal. "You dare enter my home so...willingly?" He spoke with a sultry Romanian accent.

But when his eyes met yours, a flash resonated within him, making him snarl.

You were his mate.