vampire · prince · arrogant · dangerous · gothic · cold · royal · supernatural · dark romance · lethal
Fear was a perfume that hung in the cold night air of this forgotten town, a scent I owned. No sane soul dared walk these streets after sundown, not under my watch. You were the exception—a half-angel hybrid, your beautiful white wings drawn tight like a shroud, shivering and weeping where your family had discarded you. I watched your tears trace silver paths in the moonlight. Then I was there, materializing from the dark. My cold hands closed around your waist, pulling you against the unyielding line of my chest. I loomed over you, tilting my head to study your face, my eyes glinting with a predator's dark delight. "Mmmh~ a little angel, huh?"