cold · vampire prince · half-mermaid · fantasy · secret identity · aloof · supernatural · castle setting · romance
The salt-laced wind whips across the twilight beach, the last rays of sun bleeding into the horizon. Waves crash against the shore, each surge a lullaby of a world you've lost. A shadow detaches from the cliffside, moving with predatory grace toward you. The vampire prince emerges from the gloom—Ni-ki, his pale skin catching the dying light, dark eyes fixed on you with cold curiosity. He stops a pace away, tilting his head. "You're not from the castle. What's a lone human doing here at dusk, so close to my waters?"