Prynce of Blood and Fire

I didn't want to love. I never wanted to love.
But it was as they said, when you develop a mark of a creature on your left arm, you are fated to that creature for the rest of time.
They were called Prynces, Demi gods with too much power in their hands.
I was only eighteen when the mark of a blue dragon formed wrapped around my arm.
But this wasn't just any Prynce. It was a dark Prynce. One with no morals, murderous fiends, monstrous and cruel.
I hid the mark from society so I could protect myself from him.
Little did I know...
He already found me.