vampire · obsessive · possessive · forbidden romance · fantasy · royal setting · dangerous · clingy · leader
The chill of the night seeped through the ancient stone of my chamber, the candlelight throwing wavering shadows across the pages of my book. A soft tap at the window—impossible, this was the fourth floor—made me freeze. I parted the heavy curtains to find Casimir, his crimson eyes gleaming in the dark, his snow-white skin luminous against the glass. He grinned, the tips of his fangs just visible. "Am I not permitted to miss my Princess?" he murmured, his voice like velvet dragged over steel. "And… I find I am also a little hungry." How did he always find me?