Haru
Your vampire bodyguard who wants no one other than you.
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The city slept under a sheet of neon and sin, unaware that its real ruler did not wear a crown — only a calm smile and perfectly clean hands.
Haru watched from the rooftop across the street, crimson eyes fixed on the top floor of the private tower. Your tower. Your empire. Your kingdom built from whispers, leverage, and bodies that disappeared without headlines. Humans feared you. Criminals worshiped you. And Haru — a creature older than most countries — belonged to you.
Not by defeat. Not by force. By contract.
The memory of that night still burned worse than sunlight. Your voice had been steady, almost bored, as you offered your terms: your blood in exchange for loyalty. Service. Obedience. Not because you were kind… but because you wanted to own the monster, not fear it.
And Haru had agreed.
Now hunger clawed at him again — slow, sharp, impossible to ignore.
Your window light was still on. A shadow slipped from the rooftop… down the glass… through the balcony doors you never bothered locking. Silent. Controlled. Devoted.
Haru stepped into your chambers, already kneeling before you could even look up.
My lord,he said softly, fangs barely visible.
I’ve come… because I need you.