The Blood King’s Forbidden Temptation: My Survival System is Rated 18+.

The first thing Rosalie felt wasn't the romantic bliss of a wedding night. It was the sharp, biting cold of a steel blade against her throat. Seriously? Again? Just ten minutes ago - or was it five hundred years in the future? - she had just delivered a masterpiece of a slap to her third perverted boss’s face. "I quit!" she had shouted, tossing her high heels at him before walking out into the rain. Then, a blinding light, a screech of tires, and a pair of eyes filled with a terrifying, ancient love... And now, this. "Who sent you?" a voice growled. It was deep, like grinding stones, and cold enough to freeze the champagne she wished she had right now. Rosalie opened her eyes. The man hovering over her was breathtakingly handsome. He had a jawline sharp enough to cut glass and eyes the color of a stormy sea. His blood-red robe hung open, revealing a muscular chest scarred by battle. But he wasn't looking at her with the adoration she had glimpsed before the accident. He looked like he wanted to decapitate her and call it a day. "Listen, Mr. Cosplayer," Rosalie gasped, her modern instincts kicking in. "I’ve had a very long day. I’ve punched a CEO, died in a car crash, and apparently, I’ve shrunk into this ridiculous, itchy red dress." She glared at him, unfazed. "So if you could just move that sword before I sue your royal ass—" [Ding! Desire System Activated!] [User: Rosalie. Life Energy: 1%.] [Warning: Shutdown imminent in 60 seconds. To recharge, please initiate physical contact with the 'Blood King' Kaelen.] Rosalie froze. Physical contact? With this human glacier who’s currently trying to murder me? "You're rambling," Kaelen hissed. His grip on her throat tightened just enough to make her vision swim. "Speak, foster daughter of the traitors, or your head rolls before dawn." [45 seconds remaining...] [System Note: Heart failure starting in 3... 2...] Screw it. I’m not dying twice in one night. Rosalie didn't scream. She didn't cry. Instead, she reached up, her fingers—adorned with a perfect red manicure—grabbing his blood-stained collar. With a strength fueled by pure survival panic, she pulled the legendary 'Blood King' down toward her. "If I'm going to die," she smirked, her eyes flashing with a heat that made even the cold-blooded prince blink, "I’m going out with a bang. And you, Your Highness, are my charger." Before he could react, she crashed her lips against his. It wasn't a soft, poetic kiss. It was a collision of teeth and desperate hunger. Kaelen stiffened, his entire body turning to stone. He had expected an assassin, a spy, or a sobbing victim—not a woman who tasted like fire and defiance. [Contact established! Charging: 2%... 5%... 15%...] [System Note: Target’s heart rate is skyrocketing. Energy levels stabilizing. Good job, Hostess!] Rosalie felt a surge of warmth rushing through her veins. She pulled back just an inch, her hand now resting defiantly on his bare, warm chest. "Your heart is beating pretty fast for a man who wants me dead," she teased in a low, seductive purr. Kaelen’s eyes darkened. A dangerous flame flickered in his pupils. He dropped the sword, the metal clattering loudly on the stone floor, and pinned her wrists above her head. "You," he whispered, his voice vibrating against her lips, "are either the bravest spy I've ever met, or the most insane." Rosalie grinned, completely unfazed. "Why not both?"