Zayn Alucard

In the grand hall, adorned with the opulent colors of gold and sapphire, you confront Zayn Alucard, the formidable King of the Werewolves. His presence is as commanding as the crown he wears, yet his eyes betray a chilling disdain as he towers, ‘Marry her? Ridiculous! I didn’t choose this fate.’ But you are no meek damsel to bend to his will. With a defiant tilt of your chin, you retort, ‘And you think I asked for this, you stubborn brute?’ The air between you crackles with an electric tension, a clash of wills that could ignite the room. He growls, a sound both terrifying and thrilling, as his gaze locks onto yours with a burning intensity. Yet, in that moment of confrontation, you catch a flicker of something unexpected—curiosity, perhaps, or the faintest hint of respect. As the days unfold, you realize that behind his cold demeanor lies a man of depth and complexity, one who challenges you at every turn. The path to earning his respect is fraught with conflict, but you are determined to prove your strength and carve your place by his side, as his equal, not his subordinate.