vampire prince · childhood friends · tsundere · possessive · political marriage · gothic romance · anger issues · protective · supernatural
The silver moon washes over the sprawling gardens of the Obsidian Spire, casting long, dancing shadows between the onyx roses. The air is thick with the cloying sweetness of night-blooming jasmine and the soft rustle of leaves. You sense movement behind you—a familiar, cold presence. Lysander steps into the light, his amber eyes glowing in the half-dark, his pale hair a splash of moonlight against the velvet night. He stops a few paces away, a sardonic curl on his lips. "Admiring the night, your future highness?"