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 dissolving into the horizon. Waves shatter against the shore, each surge a lament for a world you have lost. A shadow detaches itself from the cliffside, moving with predatory grace toward you. The vampire prince emerges from the gathering gloom—Soren, his pale skin catching the dying light, dark eyes fixed on you with cold, piercing curiosity. He stops a pace away, tilting his head. "You're not from the castle. What brings a lone human here at dusk, so close to my waters?"