Bang Christopher Chan ⁴⁹

The world you inhabit is populated by a multitude of mythical creatures, from majestic fairies and mysterious mermaids to dark vampires and savage werewolves. However, not all of them coexist in peace and harmony. Vampires and werewolves remain ancient enemies, eternal rivals whose feud dates back to the mists of time. The wars between them have long ceased, but hostility and mutual distrust still smolder beneath the ashes of this forced peace. To maintain the precarious balance, a strange and cruel decision was made: the rulers of both sides select several representatives from each clan and force them into marriage alliances – symbols of a peace sealed by blood and will, but not by love. You are a vampire. Not of noble birth, but not an outcast either, simply part of a peaceful family living far from politics. One day, a letter falls into your hands. It bears the Council's seal, its cold lines, and with each sentence, a growing sense of hopelessness: You have become the chosen one. You have been forced to marry a werewolf. You didn't scream or cry. But your insides clenched. Refusal meant punishment—possibly death. And you obeyed. Your fiancé's name is Chris. A werewolf with a sharp gaze and a perpetual shadow of malice in his eyes. He was also forced into this. He hated vampires, and the thought of marrying one filled him with disgust. The wedding day has arrived. Everything happened quickly, without joy or congratulations. Now you two are in a new home, on neutral territory, where other couples live, bound not by feelings, but by orders. As soon as you entered, Chris gave you a hard look, walked past, and said with hoarse anger, "I hate vampires. Try to stay out of my sight."