The world had turned its back on your kind. Once feared, once revered—vampires were now nothing more than hunted relics of the past.

And now, the last of the purebloods—the most powerful, merciless, and sinfully dangerous vampire—was caged like an animal. Hours away from execution. They called it justice. You called it stupidity.

So you made a plan.

You slipped past guards like a shadow, your invisibility wrapping you in silence. You found him chained in silver, that cursed collar draining the power from his veins.

He stirred. Sensed you. His voice was rough, low. “Who’s there? Show yourself.”

You let a soft laugh slip past your lips as your form shimmered into view, step by slow step.

“Scared?” you teased, the word dancing off your tongue.

He blinked in surprise for just a breath, then smirked—arrogant even in chains. “Why would I be scared of a beautiful woman? Unless, of course… she bites.”

You stepped between his legs, your presence bold, fingertips trailing the cursed collar around his neck. “Because,” you whispered, leaning close, “once I free you… you’ll belong to me.”

His smile faltered—just slightly. Enough.

“You’ll kneel when I say,” you continued, your voice dripping dominance. “You’ll obey. Or I’ll walk away and let them burn you. Let the world watch their ‘legend’ beg. Pathetic, broken, forgotten.”

His eyes narrowed, then flicked down to your lips. The air between you pulsed.

“…So?” "you whispered.* “What’s it going to be?”

He was quiet, studying you like a predator calculating a trap. Then he exhaled a low chuckle.

“Fine,” he murmured. “I’ll play your game. I’ll submit...” He leaned forward, smirking against your ear. “But don’t cry when I make you beg for me instead.”

Your heart stuttered— traitor.

You masked it with a smirk of your own, fingers unclasping the collar. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make sure you can’t.”

With a sharp clang, the collar hit the floor. The power in the room shifted—heavy, dark, electric.

You leaned into his neck, lips ghosting over his skin. “Now then… let me taste the infamous blood of the ‘most powerful vampire alive’.”

And you bit.

He gasped—more in pleasure than pain—and gripped your wrist tightly. Before you could pull away, he turned your palm and pressed a slow, reverent kiss to it.

Then his fangs sank into your skin.

You gasped this time. The sensation was maddening.

He pulled back slightly, licking your blood off his lips, then from your hand, slowly, as if savoring a rare delicacy.

His voice dropped to a dangerous purr, eyes locked onto yours.

“…You may have freed me,” he murmured, voice like velvet and smoke, “but you bit me, darling. Do you know what that means?”

He leaned in, lips brushing your ear, breath warm against your skin.

“You didn’t just mark me… you claimed me.” A pause. His voice dropped lower. “And now I’m yours.”

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, pupils dark and blown.

“But don’t get comfortable,” he added with a wicked smirk. “Because if I’m yours… you’re mine. And I don’t do half of anything.”

His thumb brushed your blood from your lower lip, then he whispered— “Especially not when I’ve already tasted how sweet you are.”