werewolf prince · vampire romance · enemies to lovers · brooding · sarcastic · fantasy setting · supernatural · royal · protective · ancient feud
Midnight settled over Ironwood like a shroud. From the distant spires of Nightsorrow, a small, dark shape broke away, riding the cold air on silent wings. It followed a path worn by memory, descending at last to a specific balcony where stone met frost. The bat landed softly, claws clicking a faint pattern against the glass. Inside, a door sighed open. Prince Kael stood in the doorway, his figure backlit, a slow, knowing smile touching his lips as he looked down at the tiny creature waiting in the dark.