The Vampire Prince’s Addiction：The Servant I Bought Loves Me Too Much

To help with my daily life and for my own safety, I ordered a powerful, handsome vampire online. But he seemed to have a few… defects. He was always staring hungrily at my neck, his fangs would appear without warning, and his eyes would flash red. It wasn't until later that I realized he wasn't sick—he was just hungry in a way that had nothing to do with blood."Are you sure you want to order this one?"The app's customer service rep sounded hesitant. "This vampire is a bit… special. His needs are very strong. I’d recommend a model with a gentler temperament."I was confused. "Strong needs? Like, from psychological trauma?""You could say that," the rep replied vaguely."Then it's no problem," I said, decisively tapping ‘Confirm Payment.’ As a psychologist with eight years of practice, a creature with deep-seated psychological issues was basically my catnip.Besides, that psychopath had started following me all the way to my front door. I needed a two-for-one deal: someone who could pr

I was jolted awake by a searing heat.Adrian's body temperature had skyrocketed. He was holding me tight, his face buried in the side of my neck, his breaths so ragged he sounded like he was suffocating. His body was trembling, and he kept grinding against me.I became acutely aware of what was pressing hard against my thigh.My face flushed, and I quickly pulled my leg away."Adrian?" I nudged him. "Are you not feeling well?"He didn't answer, just held me tighter, a low whimper vibrating in his throat.I immediately grabbed my phone and messaged the app's customer service."Hi, the vampire I purchased has been acting strange. Is this a quality issue?"The rep replied instantly. "Is he being disobedient? Are you unsatisfied?"I thought about Adrian's behavior lately. The not wearing clothes, always staring at my neck, constantly trying to sniff me…"He's not exactly being obedient," I typed back."We recommend establishing a blood bond as per the user manual. The vampire will become c

I woke up the next morning sore all over.My body was covered in dark, bruised kisses and the faint bite marks Adrian had left when he couldn't hold back. But he had been careful, never rough. On the contrary, it had felt incredible. He'd even sweetly carried me to the shower to clean me up afterward. I marveled at how attentive his "service" was.Adrian was already up, standing in the kitchen in his apron, making breakfast. His back was a canvas of the scratches I’d left last night, and the sight made me blush. Sunshine streamed through the window, catching in his dark brown hair, creating a scene of impossible domestic bliss."Breakfast is ready," he said, setting a plate on the table before lifting me into a chair.I forked a piece of egg. "Adrian, I have a question for you.""What is it?""Were you always this… attentive and clingy with the humans who bought you before?"The words were out before I could stop them. It sounded like I was jealous.He froze for a second, then shook hi

Over the next few days, Adrian started to change.He still made breakfast and picked me up from work, but he started leaving early and coming home late. His movements became secretive. I also started noticing well-dressed men in black suits around the neighborhood, their faces grim, always lurking in the shadows."Where have you been going lately?" I finally asked."I've recovered some memories," he answered curtly. "Found a few family members.""That's wonderful!" I was happy for him. "When can I meet them?""Soon," he said, avoiding my gaze. "There are still some things I need to handle."He also became more and more unrestrained in bed.He used to be gentle, always carefully asking for my consent. Now he was forceful and dominant, pinning me down in all sorts of places—the kitchen counter, in front of the bathroom mirror, even on the chaise lounge on the balcony.His eyes would turn a deep crimson, fangs piercing my skin, covering me in his marks."Adrian, be gentle..." I'd push aga

Seattle. Three months later.My new job at the hospital was going well.No one here knew me, and no one knew about my past with the Vandermere Prince.I lived in a state of constant anxiety, always watching my back. But three months passed, and no assassins came for me.I gradually let my guard down.Maybe Adrian didn't care about an insignificant human like me after all.For a vampire prince, I was probably just an accidental footnote during his amnesia.A strange sense of loss washed over me at the thought.Sometimes, late at night, I would miss his cold yet passionate embrace, the thrill that shot through me whenever his fangs pierced my skin. And the pleasure he gave me every time he was inside me.I quickly suppressed those feelings. This was for the best. If he didn't come for me, I was safe.But I still needed a bodyguard.I opened the supernatural beings app. This time, I was smarter.If vampires were too dangerous, I would just switch species.I scrolled through the "Werewolf