Victor’s story began with betrayal. A stranger’s passion, a husband’s wrath, fists and boots in a dim hotel room—his life ended not by his own sins, but by another’s rage. Broken and discarded into a ravine, he should have died forgotten.
But fate is never merciful. On the edge of death, a beautiful spirit appeared, her voice laced with ancient hunger. She offered him a choice: surrender to nothingness, or drink her blood and embrace desire, power, and sin. Victor chose. And in that moment, the boy who once begged for scraps was erased.
Awakening in another world, within the body of Prince Victor Lionheart, he inherited memories of betrayal as cruel as his own. Poison, envy, and a false brother’s hand. Two lives, two deaths—woven into one.
Now he walks reborn, his soul burning with violet lust and vengeance. Yet destiny hides its teeth. What waits ahead is not survival—it is the beginning of something far greater.

Violet's reaction was reflexive, instinctual—her hands cupped his face, pulling him in, mirroring every subtle movement, every breath of intention. She relaxed her lips, tongue out, curious, hesitant yet determined.


He replied in kind, falling into her rhythm, their mouths engaging in a back-and-forth dance of give and take, wordless communication that was about hunger, about trust, and the complex intimacy they shared.


Chapter 42 - The Queen's Summons