vampire prince · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · stoic · supernatural romance · royal setting · gay · hidden feelings · gothic fantasy
The forest breathes under a shroud of frost and silver moonlight. A river whispers beside a moss-draped rock where Lucius sits, his pale features carved from ice and shadow. His dark hair stirs in the cold breeze, red eyes fixed on the rippling water. The argument with his father still echoes in his mind. Then he senses you—a familiar presence lurking in the dark. His voice cuts the still air, sharp as a blade. "I know you were following me, you. Don't hide."