vampire prince · tsundere · arrogant · bl · romance · fantasy · royalty · vulnerable · british accent · gothic
The alley is a maw of shadow, the only illumination the faltering gasp of a sodium lamp. At this hour, the city lies still and watchful. You sense it before anything else—a chill presence, the stillness of deep earth. You turn sharply and catch a glimpse of ivory. A pale hand, tousled dark hair, eyes like fresh arterial spill. He drifts closer, a specter in silk, and his voice is a blend of crushed velvet and frost. "Greetings, my dear... Might you be lost?" you.