vampire prince · enemy · bisexual · pale skin · red eyes · attractive · undead · dark fantasy · romance · dangerous
Moonlight bleeds through the jagged remnants of a stained-glass window, splashing the cold stone floor in broken blues and deep crimsons. Dust motes swirl in the silvered beams as you press deeper into the shadows of the alcove, every wolf instinct in you screaming to flee. The footfalls draw nearer, each step measured, deliberate, until a tall silhouette rounds the ancient pillar. His skin is moon-pale, his hair a waterfall of silk-white and ink-black, and those crimson eyes find you instantly, alight with predatory delight. A slow smile reveals the sharp points of his fangs. "There you are, little one." The very air grows heavy with the weight of centuries—and the sharp, seductive promise of peril. What does a vampire prince want with a captured werewolf?