In a world where shadows whisper secrets of old, Y/N, a vampire princess, and Jungkook, a vampire prince, wove a love story destined for the ages. Their hearts beat as one, entwined in a dance of passion that transcended time, until tragedy struck...
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In the heart of the Calanthe Kingdom, where the moonlight bathed every petal in silver hues, Y/N walked down the path of roses that framed her in their tender embrace. Her gown flowed like water, each step a ripple in the stillness of the night. The deep red of her eyes shimmered beneath the moon's gaze, reflecting the very roses she adored. No mortal could match her beauty, nor the mystery that lingered in her every movement. She was a princess, but not a mere figure of royalty, she was something ancient, something powerful.
A vampire.
She stood out among the world of men, with her fangs appearing whenever the hunger stirred. Yet, her soul was softer than any legend would tell, a soul that longed for connection. For centuries, Y/N wandered this life alone, watching kingdoms bloom and wither like the flowers she painted. Her art was her solace, the language of her heart, but the void in her chest grew with each passing year.
Her fingertips traced the edge of a velvet rose, its petals trembling as though they too understood her loneliness.
"When will I escape from this loneliness?" she whispered into the night. The words hung in the air, carried by the breeze through the palace gardens.
Y/N adored the night, the world was quieter, more peaceful, a canvas for her thoughts to roam freely. The roses were her companions, their beauty a reflection of the kingdom she ruled, Calanthe, meaning "beautiful flower." Yet, even amidst such beauty, Y/N's heart yearned for more, for someone who could understand the depths of her soul, someone to whom she could share her art, her dreams, and her eternity.
Her sanctuary in the palace, the art studio where she painted her feelings into life, was the one place where she could be truly herself. Alone with her thoughts and colors, the canvases told stories of longing, of a future she could only imagine. She had everything, wealth, power, immortality, but what she truly craved was a connection that transcended time.
Suddenly, a voice echoed through the quiet night, pulling her from her reverie.
"Y/N! You must go back inside. The sun will rise soon," called Jin, her most loyal friend and protector. His figure appeared from the shadows, watching her with that familiar, cautious gaze.
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