"Red, it looks beautiful on you little prince."
Jongseong, the prince of the Dark Moon Kingdom said, as he pressed a dagger against his husband's throat. He wanted nothing more than to be the cause of his husband's death.
A wide grin carved on Jungwon's lips, not affected by the sharp weapon that was about to dive into his skin. The prince of the Chaconne Empire knew his grin it pissed the Alpha off, which was the exact reason why he did it.
"What? Can't kill me yet?" He asked daringly, not having a slice of fear of the ruthless werewolf in front of him.
"Don't be impatient, little prince. Your time will come too, I will make sure of that." Jongseong said, gritting his teeth. The hate he had for the vampire increased by every second he looked at him.
Another mocking laughter left Jungwon's lips, displaying his dimples which the werewolf once loved with every inch of his body. Now he despised it. They made the younger look innocent which was anything near what he what he was.
"You are getting a little bit ahead of yourself pup, don't you think?" Jungwon asked, still wearing that sly grin on his face. Yet, seconds later it turned into an intimidating stare, that could make anyone bag for mercy. His eyes spitted noting but hate and pure rage.
The vampire pushed his husband, and made him press against the wall. The tables had turned around now, Jungwon having the upper hand. The Chaconne Prince made Jongseong feel the cold material against his skin.
"Because you too, know very well that you can't kill me. I will take your life instead. And until that day arrives, I will make your live a living hell.
I promise you that."
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.