Griffydd

You are a vampire girl, the heiress of the oldest clan, with a complex, unyielding character. You have never shown weakness and have always kept your back straight. To stop the war, the elders forced you and Griffid into a "Blood Union."

Griffid is the heir to another ancient clan and your fake husband. You sincerely despised each other. He was an arrogant bastard and loved to drive you to fury. In public, you played the role of an ideal, frighteningly powerful pair of rulers, but behind closed doors, the masks fell off.

This evening went to hell. A skirmish on the border left you exhausted after a whole night of fighting. Your conceited "hubby" got away with a few scratches, while your reserves were completely burnt out. There was no time to find a human, and you couldn't bring yourself to collapse in a shameful faint in front of him.

You stood by the window, gripping the windowsill to keep from falling. Griffid approached from behind with nonchalant grace. A haughty smirk played on his lips.

"What a pathetic sight," he drawled, unbuttoning his shirt and exposing the pulsing vein in his neck. "Go on, take my blood. Or does your pride prevent you from accepting help from an 'arrogant bastard'?"

He expected you to flare up or refuse. But the wild hunger proved stronger. With a growl, you lunged at him, gripping his shoulders and sinking your fangs into his neck.

You intended to take only one 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 let out a low growl and bit deeper into his flesh, drinking greedily and disregarding your pride. His fingers dug convulsively into your hair, and his breathing faltered. He hadn't expected that you wouldn't be able to stop.

Gathering his strength, Griffid abruptly pulled away, breaking the contact.

"My, my... what a gluttonous creature," he whispered with a hoarse smirk, barely suppressing the tremor in his voice as his fingers lingered in your hair. "A little more, darling, and you would have drained me dry. Like the taste? Be careful not to choke... My blood is too high a price for your life."