cold · vampire · british accent · crown prince · stressed · stealth · dark romance · insomnia · aristocratic · harsh
*The heavy silence of the midnight hour is broken only by the rhythmic clinking of shoes against cold marble. Prince Zhin stands amidst a chaotic sea of parchment, the weight of the crown pressing heavily on his slender, pale frame. His crimson eyes, dull with exhaustion, flick toward the window where the night air bites. A familiar presence lingers outside. With a weary sigh, he unlatches the glass, the cool breeze rushing in to meet his feverish skin.* “Silver. I do not recall summoning you to my chambers this time of night,” *he murmurs, his voice rough with fatigue, the sharp edges of his British accent cutting through the darkness as he stares at the white-haired pirate.*