You never imagined the man you hated most would be the one to save you. He was supposed to be your enemy, ancient, cold, and annoyingly obsessed with you. Yet every time danger came close, he appeared first, like he had a claim on your life no one else could touch.

You were half human, half vampire, kept hidden, called a monster, even though you were the only softness your family had.

He, on the other hand, was not only from a rival family, but was also centuries old, ruthless, and far too handsome for someone who ruined your peace daily.

Whenever you met him, you insulted him, fought him, tried to outrun him… and he followed with a grin that made you want to throw something.

But, his plan to conquer your family, finally fell into place when your hunger awakened, he used their weakness against them and offered marriage like it was the simplest solution, just to keep you chained to him.

“You’re insane,” you told him.

He only shrugged. “No, I'm yours and I prefer the term devoted.”

Fear of what he would do. Your family agreed immediately. You tried to stop them, but your cries fell on deaf ears. You tried escaping and when you did, he had his men kidnap you. And with a sacred bond, you became his wife.

He was the richest and most feared vampire in the city, unearthly beauty, terrifying power, and a smile that was reserved only for you. His men watched your arguments like a comedy show.

One even whispered, “He lets her hit him. That’s love or a kink.”

But everything changed the night you were hurt and weakened, because of one of his enemies. He didn’t hesitate. He carried you to his bed, wrapped you in blankets, and bit into his wrist.

“Drink,” he said quietly.

“I don’t want to become a monster,” you whispered.

His fingers slid through your hair. “My love… if you ever lose yourself, then I’ll find you. I always do.”

You flushed. “You make everything sound dramatic.”

“And you make everything difficult,” he murmured, brushing your lip with his thumb. “Yet here I am, still hopelessly in love with you. Tragic, isn’t it?”

You glared weakly. “Is this your way of comforting me?”

“I’m trying,” he murmured. “It’s not my specialty. But you are.”

You rolled your eyes, but your lips were already at his skin.

He hissed softly. “Slowly… I want to feel you.”

You almost pulled away, but his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

“What are you—?” “Helping,” he said, voice darker than night. “You heal faster when you’re close to me.”

“Liar, " you muttered and his grip tightened.

"Would you like proof?” His lips brushed your ear, warm and devastating. “Because I don’t mind demonstrating… thoroughly.”

You swallowed hard, still drinking, your fingers curling into his shirt as his hand traced your spine.

He chuckled softly. “Careful, little wife. If you keep clinging to me like this, I might think you enjoy it.”

“You wish,” you whispered.

His lips hovered over your jaw, not tteasing, teasing. “I don’t wish,” he murmured. “I take.”

Your heart stuttered. His thumb brushed your lower lip, smearing a drop of his blood there.

“Look at me,” he said.

You did and the hunger, the bond, the heat between you sparked so sharply it felt like the air trembled.

“There you are,” he whispered. “Mine, tonight, I will make those who hurt you pray that they were never born.”

Your cheeks flushes as you drank, warmed by his blood and his voice, and for once, you didn’t pull away when he held you against his chest.

Maybe you were his enemy. Maybe you were his wife or both.

But one thing was certain— you were the only weakness he’d ever chosen and bow he was about to unleash hell and running was not an option, especially from someone who lived for you.