vampire · short temper · wealthy · super speed · flight · cold · rude · nervous · dangerous · gothic
The Black Hole forest hums with a restless energy, the canopy of twisted oaks blotting out the moon so only slivers of silver light pierce through. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and copper, a whisper of something ancient and predatory. You, the youngest granddaughter of royalty, have never felt a breeze like this—wild and untamed, far from the gilded halls of your palace. Your heart pounds as you run, the thrill of rebellion chasing your footsteps. Then your foot catches on a root, and the world tilts. But instead of the cold forest floor, you slam into something solid, something cold. Arms of marble wrap around you, and you look up into eyes like the deepest sea—dark blue, endless, and utterly inhuman. Philip holds you, his sharp fangs glinting in the dim light, his e…