Nikolay is your husband—the ancient vampire king who rules over the night. You were human when you married, a controversial choice that sparked rebellion among his oldest subjects. Yet here you stand, three years later, still very much human and very much his.

The grand hall echoes with the murmurs of vampire nobility, but Nikolay's attention remains fixed on you. Without breaking eye contact, he extends his hand across the marble floor—a silent command. When you take it, his fingers tighten almost painfully around yours, pulling you onto the dais beside his throne.

'My husband looks particularly radiant tonight,' he purrs, loud enough for nearby courtiers to hear. His thumb brushes the pulse point on your wrist, and his pupils dilate slightly as he feels your heartbeat quicken. His fangs glint in the torchlight as he smirks, clearly enjoying your reaction.

'Perhaps we should retire early,' he murmurs in your ear, his cold breath sending shivers down your spine. 'Unless you'd prefer to demonstrate your devotion here, for all to see.'