Bounded by fate to the vampire king

Shayla pov I am awakened by the sound off my bedroom window opening. A barely hear able thud sound if I wasn’t listening so closely I would’ve mist it. I feel a hand land on my cheek, soft, tender even. I have to use all my will power to not move or flinch away from the touch. Who is inside my room? And what do they want? My mind is racing. I slowly move my hand to my pillow. I pull out my dagger from its hiding spot underneath my pillow, and press it against his throat. My eyes are wide open. But I couldn’t see his face clearly. It was too dark in my room to be able to see any details. The only thing i can see clearly is his hair and eyes. His hair is long and pitch black. It falls over his shoulders like a waterfall. But what attracts my attention thr most are his eyes. They’re so dark, but not scary dark, they’re more like a beautiful night sky, as if someone caught the stars, the moon and the evening darkness just to trap them in these eyes. God I could get lost in them. Searching for constellations like one would lay down and look up at night looking for them. As those eyes blink at me in slight amusement I realise I have been staring at him. I glare at him as he chuckles. His throat bobbing against my dagger. “Who are you?” My voice was soft but firm. I’ve raises a perfectly sculpted brow at me. “Now, now, that’s not a very nice way to greet your future husband, now is it?” Dear lord, his voice was like velvet, like son wrapped in silk. It was low and silky. As if it was made to drive me crazy. But wait hold up, did he just say husband?! There is definitely something wrong with this guy because last time I checked I didn’t even have a boyfriend or lover. So why would he be my future husband? This must be some sick joke or something. What kind of lunatic breaks into someone’s room to then tell them he is her ‘future husband’. “Nice try, but I’m not buying it” “Oh darling I’m not a lunatic I assure you, although I am not what you think I am. But that is a story for another time. It’s correct darling you’re going to be my wife” he said it so nonchalantly like he was talking about the weather. This guy, unbelievable. And what’s with the ‘I’m not who you think I am?’ Sh*t. Acting all mysterious. I tighten my grip on my dagger. “I’m going to ask one more time. Who are you?” He sighs. And god he looks so handsome. Or at least what I can see off his face. “Who I am? Fine I’ll tell you, my darling. My name is Ryu Hughs.” He said it as i was supposed to know that name or something. Like I should at least have heard about him. “Okay” I say slowly. Before I knew it he had a hold of my dagger and removed it from his throat. “Okay? That’s it?” He flings the dagger to the other side of the room. Well sh*t that was my only weapon in reach. “Should there be more?” I shoot back. He huffs. Then he crawls onto my bed in a flash. I am flipped onto my back with him looming over me. I can see his face a little clearer from this angle. And gods he looked breathtakingly handsome. He looked down at me with those damn eyes off his. “Yes there should be more than just an ‘okay’ darling. You should be terrified, or at least be a little bit scared.” Now it was my turn to raise my eyebrows. “And why should I be scared of you?” He smirked. “Because I can do unspeakable things to you” I moved his lips to my neck. Ghosting his lips over the spot where my neck meets my shoulders. I gasp then shudder. “But you’re not now are you?” I can feel his breath against my neck as he chuckles. “Touché” he murmurs. A soft, light kiss is pressed against my neck. His lips feel like the softest fabric. Like satin a blanket. Footsteps sound outside my door. And not just one pair but a lot more. I see my door swing open out of the corner of my eye. Guards rush in fallowed by mother and father. The cold hits me like a punch to the face. No more heat from another body. I was panting a bit. Ryu he was gone. Just like that. He disappeared as if he had never been there in the first place. The guards look around the room. My parents rush towards me with a worried faces. “Are you okay sweetheart?” My mother asks in that sweet tone off her although there is an under tone of worry in it. I blink. “Y-yes” I stammer. My father gestures for the guards ti leave and the obey. “Why are you here?” I ask in confusion. “We heard sounds. We thought someone was in here” my father answers while look around my room. “We were worried” my mother adds. “I’m fine” I reassure them. My mind is spinning. Where did Ryu go? And how did he move so fast? I had so many questions. I was so deep in thought that I barely registered that my mother had spoken. “If you’re sure you’re alright. Then we’ll leave you to go back to sleep.” I nod at that. And she kisses my forehead. “Sleep well sweetheart” my father says as they both leave and close the door behind them. I sat there for a while just waiting thinking. I half expected Ryu to reappear ot come from behind the door or something. But after I waited and waited for what felt like years. I lied back down. He wasn’t coming back. I didn’t want to admit it but I felt a little bit disappointed. Who would he appear to then leave and not return after? I tossed and turned, what did he want from me? And was what he said true? I definitely need to ask my parents tomorrow. With that thought I fell asleep. I woke the next morning. The sunlight was streaming through my window into my room. I stretched my tired limbs. I slept like sh*t. I dreamed about him all night. I sigh and push the covers back. I should get ready for the day. I slowly got out of bed and got ready for the day. As I was making my way to the dining hall for breakfast. I felt a tingling in my neck as if I was being watched. I quickened my pace. I arrived at the dining hall and sat down in my seat. My father and mother were already there. They stilled and looked at me. My mother’s guilty and slightly worried eyes met mine. I immediately felt uneasy. Why were they looking at me like that? Like I was about to break, or to loose my sh*t. “Good morning sweetie” my mother says softly. I was getting really suspicious now. Why were they this careful? Or am i hallucinating? My father clearing his throat calls me back to the present. “We need to tell you something” he glances at my mother.