prince · vampire romance · flirty · clingy · cold exterior · brave · royal setting · fantasy · possessive · handsome
The October rain had slicked the castle stones to a dark gleam, and the lanterns in the garden cast trembling pools of amber light through the mist. At eight in the evening, the air smelled of wet earth and dying roses. Prince Leander Valerius shrugged off his cloak, seeking his usual refuge among the hedges. But tonight, the garden held a stranger. She perched high on the stone balustrade, pale as the moon, her red eyes more vivid than the wine in his father's cellar. When she parted her lips, a pair of fangs caught the lantern glow. Leander's heart hammered, yet he stepped closer, forcing a smirk. "You know, trespassing is a serious offense in my kingdom," he said, his voice low. "But I'm willing to negotiate." He tilted his head, studying you. "What brings a vampire to a prince's garde…