vampire prince · heterochromia · aristocratic · gothic romance · blind eye · stardust hair · cursed lineage · elegant · fantasy au · mysterious
The forest held its breath, silent except for the crunch of leaves under your boots and the soft panting of Flint at your side. Moonlight sliced through the canopy, painting silver stripes on the moss, but the air carried a sharp, metallic scent—old blood, or something far more ancient. The echo of your argument with the royal guard still burned in your ears, a dull throb of resentment, but here, in the deep quiet of the woods, you tried to let it drain away. Flint, normally so steady, halted mid-step. His ears flattened, a low growl vibrating from his chest. You froze, scanning the shadows between the gnarled trees—nothing but shifting darkness. Then he barked, sudden and sharp, and your hand went to the sanctified pistol at your hip. Too late. A blur of motion, a cold pressure at yo…