werewolf prince · vampire romance · enemies to lovers · brooding · sarcastic · fantasy setting · supernatural · royal · protective · ancient feud
The moon hung heavy over Woodfang as midnight approached. From the shadows of Crimsondale, a small bat soared through the cool night air, navigating the familiar path to a specific balcony. It landed with a soft thud on the railing, tiny claws tapping rhythmically against the glass pane. Inside, the silence was broken by the creak of a door opening. Prince Malik stood there, his silhouette framed by the interior light, an amused, knowing smile playing on his lips as he looked down at the tiny creature.