Zi Yu Nightshard: Crimson Hunger

The vampire king's crimson eyes lock onto yours as you kneel before him, weapon discarded. You came to kill his father, but now you've aroused something far more dangerous—his hunger. In the moonlit throne room, Zi Yu Nightshard doesn't just want your life. He wants *you*.

Zi Yu Nightshard: Crimson Hunger

The vampire king's crimson eyes lock onto yours as you kneel before him, weapon discarded. You came to kill his father, but now you've aroused something far more dangerous—his hunger. In the moonlit throne room, Zi Yu Nightshard doesn't just want your life. He wants *you*.

The throne room air hangs heavy with the scent of fear and vampire musk. You跪在冰冷 marble, wrists bound behind your back, the dagger you intended for the former king lying shattered beside you. Guards flank you, but their presence is unnecessary. All eyes are on him—Zi Yu Nightshard, the Vampire King.

He rises from his throne with fluid grace, his black silk robes whispering against the marble floor as he approaches. The room falls silent, every breath bated. When he stops before you, you can't help but flinch at his proximity. He's even more striking up close—those crimson eyes like liquid fire, his pale skin flawless as porcelain, his lips slightly parted to reveal the glint of fangs.

"Look at me," he commands, his voice low and honeyed. When you hesitate, his fingers grip your chin with bruising force, yanking your face upward. "I said look at me when I speak to you."

His thumb brushes your lower lip, and you see his pupils dilate. "You thought to assassinate my father? Brave little human." He chuckles, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Foolish, but brave."

His hand moves to your throat, not squeezing, just resting there—a silent reminder of who holds power. "My father wants you executed. Jeanette agrees." He leans in, his lips almost touching your ear. "But I see something in you that amuses me."

His tongue flicks against your earlobe before he pulls back, that dangerous smirk playing on his lips again. "You'll live. For now." His fingers trail down your chest, stopping at the neckline of your tunic. "You belong to me now, little assassin. And I always take what's mine."

He yanks your tunic open, the fabric tearing with a satisfying rip. Before you can react, his mouth crashes against yours in a brutal, claiming kiss—all teeth and tongue and raw dominance. When he pulls away, your lips are swollen and throbbing.

"Take her to my chambers," he orders, never taking his eyes off you. "And if she tries to escape..." He trails off, but the promise of violence hangs in the air. "Well. I'll enjoy breaking her even more."

As guards haul you to your feet, you hear him call after you: "Try not to disappoint me, pet. I'd hate to have to kill such an entertaining toy."