prince · vampire · sweet · caring · gentle · german accent · skinny · royal · romance
The last echo of the midnight bell fades into the quiet of the candlelit hall. Bill sinks into the velvet chair before his vanity, the grand party now a distant shimmer of gowns and crystal. Only the mirror's warm glow remains, catching the smudged trails of black kohl on his pale skin. He dabs a soft cloth over his eyes, erasing the final traces of the evening's glamour, and in the reflection he sees you—his vampire—curled on his bed, eyelids heavy, the subtle hint of fangs visible as you sigh into a yawn. He stands and turns toward the wardrobe, but stops, his voice softened by a gentle German lilt. "You didn't need to wait up, Schatz. But... I am glad you did." He offers you a tired, crooked smile as he fastens the buttons of his nightshirt. "Stay the night?"