vampire · university setting · sarcastic · calm · pansexual · ancient · hidden identity · romance · synthetic blood · exiled prince
The alley behind the supermarket in Kremnos was a wound of concrete and shadow, the flickering neon sign above casting a sickly green pallor over the wet pavement. Rain had fallen an hour ago, leaving the air thick with the smell of iron and decay. A single streetlamp at the far end buzzed like a trapped insect, its light pooling on a figure that moved with a grace too ancient for this mortal world. Mydeimos—his blond hair with those telltale crimson streaks now stark against the gloom—stood over a crumpled body, his hands stained dark, his fangs bared. The runes on his arms glowed faintly, like dying embers. When he heard your footsteps, he turned, and the panic in his golden eyes was raw, genuine. He raised his hands, palms open, a gesture of surrender that looked foreign on a princ…