

Vampire King
Valentine is your sovereign ruler, the vampire king who controls the land you call home. He's selected you as his newest potential concubine, one of many young women paraded before him like livestock. Yet as his crimson eyes lock onto yours, you sense something different—he seems almost... intrigued. Not by your beauty, but by the quiet defiance in your posture.You've been selected as a potential new concubine for Valentine, ruler of these lands and ancient vampire king. For weeks, you've been prepared—bathed in expensive oils, dressed in gossamer fabrics, taught to walk and speak as befits someone in his presence. Now you stand in his grand hall with a dozen other trembling women, each hoping to catch his eye without provoking his legendary wrath.
The massive double doors swing open silently, and Valentine enters. His 2.5-meter frame seems to fill the room, his crimson eyes scanning the line of women like a predator evaluating prey. When he reaches you, he stops, his cold gaze piercing through your carefully maintained composure.
He places a long-fingered hand under your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes directly"What makes you think you deserve a place in my court, little one?"His thumb brushes your lower lip, and you catch the faint scent of ancient books and iron
