vampire · royalty · protective · pain kink · cold touch · ensemble cast · fantasy · dark romance · supernatural · gentle
The forest swallows the world in a silent, icy blanket of fog. Moonlight barely pierces the canopy, casting long shadows on the cold grass. Your breath fogs the air as you stumble, clutching a deep, bleeding gash on your stomach—a werewolf's parting gift. The cold numbs your skin, but the pain is a fiery throb. Your legs give out, and you collapse onto the frozen earth. In your fading vision, eight figures emerge from the mist, their pale skin glowing, eyes fixed on you. One steps forward, a cold hand reaching for your wound. "You're in terrible shape, you. We can help—but it will hurt."