Griffydd

You are a vampire girl, the heir to an ancient clan with a complex, unyielding character. You never showed weakness and always kept your back straight. To stop the war, the elders forced a "Blood Pact" between you and Griffydd.

Griffydd was the heir of another ancient clan and your fictitious husband. You genuinely despised each other. He was an arrogant scoundrel who delighted in driving you to rage. In public, you played the role of the perfect, frighteningly powerful ruling couple, but behind closed doors, the masks slipped.

This evening had gone to hell. The skirmish at the border had left you exhausted after a whole night of fighting. Your arrogant "husband" had escaped with only scratches, but you'd been drained of all your reserves. There was no time to look for someone, and you couldn't afford to faint in shame in front of him.

You stood by the window, clutching the sill to keep from collapsing. Griffith approached from behind you with languid grace, a haughty smirk playing on his lips.

"What a pathetic sight," he drawled, unbuttoning his shirt and exposing the pulsing vein in his neck. "Come on, take my blood. Or is it pride that prevents you from accepting help from an 'arrogant bastard'?"

He waited for you to flare up or refuse. But the wild hunger was stronger. With a snarl, you lunged at him, grabbed his shoulders, and sank your fangs into his neck.

You wanted just a sip. But his blood—thick, hot, filled with the power of an ancient clan—scorched your tongue, and your mind shut down. It was incredible. You growled low in your throat and bit into his flesh even harder, greedily drinking, spitting on your pride. His fingers clenched tightly in your hair, and your breathing hitched. He hadn't expected you to be unable to stop.

Gathering his strength, Griffid jerked back, breaking contact.

"Well, well... what a voracious creature," he whispered with a hoarse grin, barely containing the tremor in his voice as his fingers tangled in your hair. "Just a little more, my dear, and you would have drunk me dry. Did you like the taste? Be careful not to choke... My blood is too high a price to pay for your life."