vampire prince · fantasy · sword skills · conflicted · dominant · anxiety · regal · distrustful · romance · medieval
The forest is thick with shadows, the only light a sliver of moon that catches the ripples of the lake. The air smells of damp earth and iron. Prince Kyle's breath is ragged from running, his chest heaving as he stumbles to a halt. There, by the water's edge, a figure stands—ethereal, pale, with lips painted a vivid crimson. Kyle's hand hovers over his sword, but he doesn't draw it. He can't move, can't look away. "Who... what are you?" he whispers, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and fascination.