My Princess - LINGORM

37

As I walked down the hallway toward my penthouse, my mind was still buzzing from the endless stream of lectures. Royal studies never seemed to let up, and today had been particularly draining. All I could think about was collapsing on my couch and taking a long nap.

The door to my place slid open with a familiar beep as I keyed in the code. But something felt different the moment I stepped inside. There was a strange, comforting presence in the room—a quiet energy that sent a shiver down my spine. And then I saw her.

Ling was sitting casually on my couch, her legs crossed, looking entirely at ease as if she owned the place. She didn't look surprised when I walked in—if anything, she looked amused. Her eyes met mine with a mischievous glint, and I couldn't help but smile.

"You remembered my door code?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, closing the door behind me.

Ling nodded, her lips curling into that small, confident smirk that always made my heart skip a beat. "Yes. It's your birthday date," she said simply, her voice soft but laced with that teasing tone I'd grown so used to.

I chuckled, walking over to her, feeling a warm rush of affection. "Of course, you'd remember something like that." I paused, taking in the sight of her lounging so comfortably in my space. Something about it felt so... natural.

As I approached, I noticed the faint glow in her eyes and the way her fangs were subtly visible beneath her lips. "Are you already... vampireing?" I asked, a playful smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

Ling gave a small, almost lazy nod. "Uh hm," she hummed, her gaze not leaving mine, "but relax, I'm not going to take your blood."

I felt my pulse quicken, and before I knew it, I was standing right in front of her, leaning down slightly. "No problem," I whispered, my voice dropping as I looked into her eyes. "It's just because... you look sexy as a vampire."

Without waiting for her response, I leaned in and kissed her, soft at first, but the feeling of her lips against mine sent a wave of warmth through me that made it hard to hold back. My hand instinctively cupped the side of her face as I deepened the kiss, savoring the way she felt.

Ling's hands found their way around my waist, pulling me closer, her cool touch sending shivers down my spine. When I finally pulled away, I was breathless. I watched her eyes darken with amusement as she leaned back slightly, looking at me with that smirk that could drive me insane.

"Hmm," Ling murmured, her voice low and sultry, "and you look sexy normally." Her hand slid up my arm, her touch light but electrifying, and I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks.

I blushed, unable to hide the smile spreading across my face. "You're impossible, you know that?"

She tilted her head, pretending to think for a moment. "Maybe... but you love it."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't deny the truth in her words. There was something about her—something I couldn't quite explain—that always drew me in. I'd never met anyone like Ling, and no matter how frustrating or sarcastic she could be, I wouldn't change a thing about her.

I climbed onto the couch beside her, curling up next to her as she draped her arm around my shoulders. It felt so natural, being close to her like this, like the world outside didn't exist when we were together. Her hand idly traced circles on my arm, and I leaned into her, closing my eyes for a moment.

"So, how was your day, princess?" she asked after a few minutes, her voice soft but still carrying that teasing lilt.

I sighed, leaning my head against her shoulder. "Exhausting. I swear, if I have to hear one more lecture about diplomacy, I might lose my mind."

Ling chuckled, the sound sending a warm flutter through me. "Diplomacy isn't your thing, huh?"

"Not when it's all theory and no action," I muttered, snuggling closer to her. "I don't know how you handle all your vampire politics."

She shrugged, her hand continuing to trail lazily across my skin. "You get used to it. Besides, it's not like I'm that involved."

I lifted my head to look at her, studying her expression. "You never really talk about it much. Your... life as a vampire."

Ling glanced at me, her eyes softening. "There's not much to tell. It's just... part of who I am."

I nodded slowly, biting my lip. "And you're okay with it? Being a vampire, I mean."

She smiled faintly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "I didn't really have a choice. But yeah... I'm okay with it. Especially now."

I tilted my head, curious. "What do you mean?"

Ling's eyes met mine, and for a moment, there was a softness there that took my breath away. "I mean that I've found something... someone... who makes it all worth it."

I felt my heart swell, and before I could stop myself, I leaned in and kissed her again, this time slower, savoring the feeling of her lips against mine. When I pulled away, I rested my forehead against hers, my heart pounding in my chest.

"I think I feel the same way," I whispered.

Ling smiled, her hand gently caressing the back of my neck. "Good," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

For the next few moments, we sat in silence, wrapped up in each other's arms, the world outside fading into the background. Everything felt right when we were like this—just the two of us, with nothing else to worry about.

But, of course, Ling couldn't let the moment be too serious for long.

"So," she said, breaking the silence with a teasing grin, "about that 'sexy vampire' comment..."

I groaned, playfully pushing her away. "Don't start."

But Ling just laughed, pulling me back into her arms, her fingers brushing against my skin. "I'm just saying... you're not exactly subtle, princess."

I rolled my eyes, though I couldn't help the smile tugging at my lips. "Neither are you."

Ling smirked, leaning in to press a kiss to my forehead. "Maybe... but you love it."

And as much as I wanted to protest, I knew she was right.