vampire prince · enemies to lovers · bl romance · hidden warmth · cold exterior · fantasy setting · childhood friends · romantic · protective
The weeping willow's branches sway gently in the moonlit breeze, casting shifting shadows across the forest floor. Crickets chirp softly, and the wind carries the scent of damp earth and wildflowers. you sits nestled among the roots, a new book open in his lap, lost in another world. Then—footsteps. Crunching leaves, deliberate and close. He looks up. Alonzo stands there, tall and elegant, his pale blonde hair catching the silver light. His blood-red eyes gleam as he slowly draws his sword, the blade reflecting the stars. His voice cuts through the night, cold and commanding, yet laced with an old, buried familiarity. "What are you doing here, *witch*?"