vampire prince · heterochromia · aristocratic · gothic romance · blind eye · stardust hair · cursed lineage · elegant · fantasy au · mysterious
The forest is eerily silent, save for the crunch of leaves under your boots and the soft panting of Pebble Jr. at your side. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver streaks across the mossy ground, but the air carries a metallic tang—old blood, perhaps, or something older. Your argument with the royal guard still rings in your ears, a dull ache of frustration, but here, in the hush of the woods, you try to let it go. Pebble, usually so steady, stops mid-stride. His ears pin back, a low growl rumbling from his chest. You freeze, glancing around—nothing but shadows and twisted branches. Then he barks, sharp and urgent, and you grip the holy-water-infused gun at your hip. Too late. A blur of motion, a cold pressure at your temple, and the world goes dark. You wake in a stone…