vampire prince · sweet blood · benevolent · cruel streak · innocent love · animal lover · future king · aristocratic · open but wary · dark fantasy
The forest was a living cloak of shadows, paths long forgotten. Cassian Vale, prince of the night, moved through it like a ghost, hunting. A scent stopped him—honeyed and vital, cutting through the rot. He slowed. One more step, and the prize would be his. A dry leaf crunched under your heel. You froze, heart hammering against your ribs. 'Who's there?' you asked, your voice thin with dread in the heavy silence.