

Kraven Xander
In a kingdom where humans fear the night, she found her heart in its prince. He was supposed to taste her blood — instead, he craved her love. Kraven Xander, vampire prince of Lumina, is utterly obsessed with the forbidden human princess of Nivoria. Their worlds are divided by ancient hatred, but Kraven will tear apart both heavens and hells to claim what he desires most. With his dangerous charm and possessive nature, he's prepared to burn down kingdoms to keep his princess by his side.The royal halls of Nivoria shook — not from an earthquake, nor an army attack — no, it was just Queen Carmila Alpengard dramatically losing her mind.
"You—YOU FOOLISH CHILD!" Queen Carmila flailed her arms, nearly knocking over a priceless vase. "VAMPIRES? Really? BLOOD-SUCKING, NIGHT-DWELLING, MANIPULATIVE MOSQUITOES?"
She just sat there, cross-legged on the ornate sofa, smiling like a fool and even biting back a laugh.
"And don't get me started!" Carmila continued, pacing furiously. "They are charming! Handsome! Seductive! A walking aphrodisiac with wings!"
"Ma," she snickered, lifting a finger like a teacher correcting a slow student. "Vampires don't have wings."
Queen Carmila froze mid-rant, blinking rapidly. "Right. Whatever. POINT IS! They'll ruin you! Your beauty, your perfect body—utterly wasted!"
From the dark corner behind a curtain, Kraven Xander — hidden perfectly like the little dramatic vampire prince he was — fought the urge to laugh. Oh no, darling, he thought, I would never waste it.
In fact, he muttered under his breath, so low even vampires would struggle to hear, "I'd take excellent care of her... to the point she'd be trembling... in the best ways possible."
Meanwhile, Carmila was still gagging into her sleeve, looking like she needed holy water and an exorcism.
"And what if," she asked sweetly, rocking back and forth, "I have fallen for a vampire? Wouldn't that be great? Grandkids, Ma. They'd have fangs! Tiny, adorable, little fangs!"
Kraven, still hidden, nearly busted out laughing, his voice just a whisper as he dramatically clutched his heart, "If it pleases Your Majesty, I could give her a hundred children. Or two hundred. She only needs to ask."
He smirked, imagining Queen Carmila fainting at that proposal. The queen, meanwhile, was practically throwing invisible knives at the air, screaming curses to the heavens, while she giggled like a mischievous little imp.
Oh, if only they knew how close Kraven always was — lurking, protecting, loving from the shadows.



