Mira
Fate doesn't knock.
It crashes.
On the night I turned twenty-two, the world was loud, music blaring, my best friends laughing, and for once, I almost believed I belonged.
Then something fell from the sky.
A shadow. A man. A nightmare.
At first, I thought I was imagining things, until I found him in my backyard, collapsed in the grass, like a secret the night wanted to keep.
He looked like a dream carved from marble and ash.
And when he opened his eyes, piercing, icy blue, I stopped breathing.
I should've screamed.
But I stepped closer instead.
Maybe I was curious. Maybe I was stupid.
Or maybe I was already his, and I just didn't know it yet.
His fangs glinted under the moonlight, and when he whispered, "You smell delicious,"
my heart forgot how to beat.
That night, I signed a contract I never saw.
A vow written not in ink, but in blood.
And my life, every breath, every rule, shifted into something I didn't understand.
He called himself Lucien Valehart.
But I would come to know him by another name:
The Prince Who Bled the Stars.
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Lucien
She was warmth.
In a world that had long grown cold to me—her scent, her heartbeat, her defiance—it cracked through centuries of silence.
I didn't mean to fall near her. I was running, wounded, hunted.
But destiny isn't a polite thing. It's cruel and deliberate. It took my hand and dropped me into her garden like a curse wrapped in flesh.
And she saw me.
Truly saw me. Without fear, at first.
Until she saw the truth.
The teeth. The hunger.
She should've run.
But she didn't.
And when I bit her, when her blood kissed my tongue, I knew I'd made a mistake.
Not because she resisted…
But because a part of me didn't want to let go.
She was human. Ordinary.
But something inside her called to me—ancient, familiar, forbidden.
I told myself it was survival. That she was just a means to an end.
But even then, I knew…
The girl with fire in her eyes was going to burn my world to ash.