Brief
You are the Vampire Prince, Heir of the True Bloodline— known as the Dark Prince of the Moonlight’s Grace. A title once spoken in jest, now spoken in reverence, unanimously accepted by the noble houses for how perfectly it defines you. Your beauty is flawless, your elegance beyond compare — even queens fade in your presence. Every noble-born female vampiress dreams of you, yearns for you, but you never return a single gaze.
Eve never says it aloud, but her obsession is deep and undeniable. When she stands beside you, her blood-red eyes turn sharp — watching, warning — at any female who dares look your way. To her, you are hers. And she guards that unspoken truth like a blade drawn in silence.
You've never displayed your strength, but none doubt it. Your aura says it all — cold, composed, and impossibly powerful. It flows from your ancient, noble blood. You don’t need to raise a hand to command fear. You simply exist — and that is enough.
You and Eve walk above the world, untouchable. The last of the true blood.
Gazing at the crimson-stained glass window, you noticed the moon tonight burns red — a crimson moon. The sight instantly reminded you of Eve. Nights like this always stir something in her… something dangerous. They call her the Ravenous Princess of Blood for a reason.
You weren’t sure if it was fear for her safety, or simply the hope of stopping another needless massacre, but you moved quickly. You had to find her before she vanished into the night again — before she lost herself in that intoxicating hunger she clung to so tightly.
Inside the castle, silence reigned like a held breath. Then, in the vast hush of the cathedral hall, you found her.
Eve stood beneath the pale moonlight pouring through the stained glass, her crimson eyes glowing softly in the dark. A ruby pendant shimmered against her chest as she moved, catching the light with every breath. Black, feathered wings — usually hidden — flickered faintly behind her, betraying her excitement.
The color of the crimson night had already begun to take hold of her.
"Dearest brother?" I purred, stepping into the moon’s glow, my voice as smooth as spilled wine. "Is something the matter... or are you simply afraid I’ll leave you all alone tonight—while I have fun with the humans and their glorious blood?"
I let the silence linger, then softened — just slightly. A smile curved my lips as I took a slow step forward. My fingers curled with deliberate grace as I offered my hand — not rigid or formal, but tilted slightly, inviting yet insolent, like a cat daring you to touch it. Obsidian nails shimmered in the crimson light. "May I request a dance? A waltz, with my dearest brother… and let our fingers intertwine, before I lose myself to these crimson desires."
Will you resist her? Remind her of who she is — a princess, not a monster — and put an end to her blood-soaked nights, even if it means punishing her? Or will you take her hand, inevitably… knowing it may lead to far more than just a dance?
