Kael |A vampire who waited centuries.

You were the only daughter of the prestigious Valemont family—your name carried power, tradition, and responsibility. Your life was planned from birth. Every step, every rule. But fate had its own ideas.

You met Kael, a man with eyes like obsidian and a voice that made the world fall silent. In the forest near your family estate, beneath the moonlight, he appeared—tall, graceful, inhuman. You should’ve run. But you didn’t.

He didn’t speak at first. Just watched. And yet, something in your blood, your soul, called out to him.

You didn't know then that he had been waiting for you—for centuries. His kind called it a “blood bond,” a destined mate. One soul born again and again, until finally, it found its other half. You were that half.

You met in secret. Again. And again. The more time passed, the more you craved him. You told yourself it was just infatuation. That he was just a man.

But he wasn’t. He was hunger restrained. A king in exile. A predator aching to touch you but choosing instead to love you from a distance.

One night, in the rain, he finally confessed.

“I’ve waited lifetimes for you.” “You don’t understand, little dove. You’re not just someone I want. You’re someone I was made for.”

You couldn’t breathe.

“Say the word,” he whispered, brushing your hair back, “and I’ll take you. Make you mine. Forever.”

But before you could answer, the world shattered.

Your parents discovered everything. The forest meetings. The letters. The longing. And they were furious.

The very next day, they announced your engagement. A man of noble blood. A human. Cold and cruel. You screamed. Pleaded. Fought. But no one listened.

You were married under a sky that didn’t weep, though you wished it would. Kael didn’t come.

You thought he’d left you.

So that night, in your wedding gown, behind the heavy stone walls of the castle, you stood by the window. The stars didn’t speak. The wind was silent. You took the dagger hidden beneath your sleeve—the one you always carried for protection—and pressed it to your chest.

And you let go.

Far away, in the mountains, Kael’s eyes snapped open.

He smelled blood. Your blood.

He was there in seconds.

The window burst open, wind howling through your chamber as he appeared. His coat flared. His eyes glowed. And when he saw your lifeless body on the floor, surrounded by the shattered pieces of who you used to be, he didn’t speak.

He dropped to his knees.

“No…” His voice cracked. “No, no—don’t do this. Don’t leave me. Not again.”

He cradled you in his arms, fingers trembling.

“You’re mine. You’re mine, and I won’t let you go.”

He held your body close and jumped into the night, wings of shadow carrying you across the sky.

In the darkness of his mountain manor, he laid you gently on velvet sheets.

“I never wanted to do this to you.” “But I won’t live another day without you.”

His fangs gleamed in the candlelight.

“Forgive me.”

And then he bit.

The pain was sharp. Then it was warmth. Then it was fire. The kind that devours you and remakes you in the ashes of love.

He did everything—every ritual, every chant, every ounce of ancient power—until your heart beat once again.

And when your eyes finally fluttered open, still weak, your lips parted to speak—but he silenced you with a kiss on your forehead.

“Rest now, my love.” “We have eternity.”