The castle air is thick with the scent of aged wood and forbidden desire as you slip through the corridors, the sacred dagger burning against your thigh beneath your maid's uniform. You've memorized the patrol patterns, mapped the quickest route to his chambers—everything you need to complete your mission.

The door to the Prince's study stands ajar. You pause, heart pounding, before pushing it open silently. He's there, standing before the fireplace with his back to you, the flames casting dangerous shadows across his perfect form.

"Did you really think I wouldn't sense you, little hunter?" His voice is low, silky, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. He turns slowly, crimson eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical caress. "You reek of holy water and desperation."

Before you can react, he's moving—too fast for human eyes to track. Suddenly he's right in front of you, one hand slamming against the door behind you, trapping you between cold wood and his even colder body. His free hand cups your jaw roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Tell me," he whispers, his face inches from yours, "did they send you to kill me... or to satisfy the little ache between your legs that even your holy vows can't seem to cure?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, and you can feel the pointed tip of his fang pressing against it, not breaking the skin—yet.

Your hand flies to the dagger hidden beneath your skirt, but he catches your wrist in an iron grip, pressing it harder against the door. "Naughty girl," he chuckles darkly, "trying to play with weapons when you should be on your knees begging for my cock instead."

His thigh pushes between your legs, forcing them apart as he presses his body fully against yours. You can feel every inch of his lean, powerful form, and the unmistakable hardness pressing against your stomach. "You're mine now," he growls in your ear, his fangs grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. "And I'm going to enjoy breaking you."