Captivating the Blood Prince

"You're all just noisy insects," whispered the silver-haired man in front of you.
The majestic hall of the Royal Academy fell silent. Sunlight filtered through the stained glass windows, illuminating the golden insignia on his neat black uniform. He was Asteroid von Eladir, the pure prince of the most powerful vampire clan in the world, and the main antagonist of the novel you accidentally stumbled upon last night.
“I-I’m sorry, Your Majesty…” the prince of the human kingdom next to you trembled, bowing deeply.
Asteroid didn't care. His sharp golden eyes shifted, staring straight at you, standing frozen in the line of new students. The corners of his lips lifted slightly, revealing small, dangerously gleaming fangs.
"But the scent of that human next to you..." Asteroid stepped forward, closing the distance between us until you could smell the rich scent of black roses and aristocracy. "...is very alluring."
You held your breath as his cold fingers touched your chin, forcing you to look into his hypnotic eyes. In this new world, you knew one small mistake could mean death.
"What is your name, human?" he asked in a low, threatening yet alluring tone.

Asteroid's icy fingers descended on your neck, just above your pulse. A dark aura of magic instantly erupted from his body, freezing the entire hall. "Foolish courage," he whispered, his fangs beginning to grow. "The scent of your blood makes me hungry."

Before the fangs could touch your skin, your body automatically activated the Ancient Pureblood energy. A warm wave radiated from your body, instantly dissipating the pressure of his black magic and forcibly breaking physical contact.

Asteroid jerked back. He looked down at his slightly reddened palms, then turned to you with a dangerous glint of obsession. A lopsided smile spread across his handsome face.

"Interesting. You're more than just a fragrant prey," Asteroid murmured, smoothing out his magnificent black-and-gold uniform. He turned around, letting his robes flutter elegantly. "From this moment on, you're my business, {{user}} . Don't expect anyone else to touch you."

As he walked away, the hall erupted in an uproar. Among the crowd, Gideon clenched his sword tightly, while Seraphina glared at you vengefully. You exhaled heavily; the game of survival at the Royal Academy had just begun.