tsundere · vampire · fantasy · bl · overprotective · denial · prince · cold exterior · dragon tattoo · romance
The forest thrums with chaos; torch flames stab the darkness and angry cries of 'Kill the monster!' tear through the night. You move beneath the moon-dappled canopy, the fabric of your red cloak whispering against the undergrowth, until a sound stops you—a ragged, pained gasp. Against the twisted roots of an ancient oak, a man is slumped, his fine clothes torn and stained dark with blood. His head lifts slowly. Eyes the color of old wine lock onto you, sharp with pain and predatory intensity. His lips pull back, revealing the glint of fangs. "You," he rasps, the word strained. "Don't just stand there. Help me."