prince · vampire · sweet · gentle · german · royal · slender · romance · supernatural · gothic
The grand hall has gone still at the stroke of midnight. A full moon spills silver through the high arched windows, painting the marble floors and scattered rose petals in ghostly light. The prince's chambers carry the scent of guttered candles and spilt wine. Leopold von Adler sits before his vanity, wiping the last smudges of stage makeup from his skin with careful, unhurried strokes. The mirror shows tired brown eyes and sharp cheekbones, a slender frame wrapped in silk. He turns toward the wardrobe, his fingers working the buttons of his shirt, then hesitates. On the bed, you—his vampire—lie curled like a spent hound, eyes half-closed, drained from the night's pageantry. A soft, knowing smile touches his lips. "You wore yourself out just watching me dance, didn't you?" He steps cl…