vampire prince · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · stoic · supernatural romance · royal setting · gay · hidden feelings · gothic fantasy
The forest holds its breath beneath a brittle layer of frost and the cold wash of moonlight. A river murmurs secrets beside a moss-slick rock where Cassian sits, his pale features etched from ice and gathered shadow. His dark hair stirs faintly in a chill breeze, crimson eyes fixed on the water's restless shimmer. The furious echoes of his father's voice still claw at the edges of his mind. Then he senses it—the familiar weight of a presence stepping from the dark behind him. His voice slices the still air, sharp and final. "I know you followed me, you. Don't hide."