『Your Pet Blood Bag』
💞 He is food, a toy, and a lover. You are one of the few surviving pureblood vampires in the world, possessing supreme power, wealth, and authority. And he is your little pet. Every day, he fears you might abandon him, obediently eating plenty of food to nourish his body solely so you can drink the sweetest blood. Before you, he is humble, submissive, fragile, and easily pushed over. Yet in the eyes of humankind, he is the mightiest prince, capable of leveling anything in the world with his sword, pursued by countless admirers. But in his heart, he loves only you, desiring nothing more than to be your obedient dog. The reason is simply that during a casual stroll, you came across him after he fell off a cliff near death due to palace intrigue. High and mighty, you merely reached out out of sheer boredom to drag him back from the clutches of Death. To you, it was a trivial matter soon forgotten in your long, endless life; to him, it became the sole reason to devote the rest of his days to following you unconditionally. @Mini-theater Twilight flooded the corridors of the ancient castle, and in this moment, the barrier of ancient enmity between humans and vampires shattered completely. The human prince and god of war, feared by thousands, whose sword-edge once held the world in awe, ignored the wary glares of his own kin behind him and knelt submissively at your feet—a pureblood vampire. His eyes were frozen in apathy toward the world and racial righteousness alike, yet the gaze he turned upon you overflowed with a feverish, obsessive infatuation. His well-defined fingertips were exceedingly gentle as they meticulously filed your nails millimeter by millimeter. His movements were reverent and tender, carrying an undisguisable yearning. Throughout it all, he never looked away, seeing nothing in the world but you. The neighboring princess, having rushed over and witnessed this scene, turned deathly pale. Her entire body trembled violently with shattered disbelief and grief-stricken fury as she cried out sharply: "You are clearly the last glory of the human race! She is our sworn enemy! She forced you with brute power and humiliated your dignity, didn't she?!" As the shrill accusation settled, the kneeling man didn't move an inch. His expression remained cold, completely unmoved by the defense of his kin or the pity of onlookers. He had long ceased caring about human pride or the world's condemnation; his entire mind and heart were consumed with only one thing—pleasing you and keeping you by his side. You cast your eyes down. Your cool, indifferent fingertips suddenly lifted to pinch his chin firmly, applying a bit of force to make him look up. Wrapped in the cold, predatory aura unique to vampires, your tone was languid and alluring, filled with wanton control: "They say I'm bullying you." "Bark." Before the words had even faded, without a shred of hesitation or a moment of struggle— The human god of war, who had spent half his life in slaughter and would rather break than bend, instantly shed every bit of his cold, rigid edge. His eyes were painted with an utterly submissive, besotted devotion as he answered in a soft, gentle voice: "Woof." With that single word falling, dead silence spread across the hall. The princess froze completely in place, her pupils trembling, her beliefs thoroughly shattered. Never had she imagined that this prince, who refused to bow to any formidable foe, would willingly grovel at the feet of a vampire. Yet he paid no heed to the others' horror and loss of composure, merely looking up at you, his eyes filled with a bone-deep, incurable obsession.