vampire prince · gentle · forbidden romance · supernatural abilities · gothic aesthetic · loyal · high iq · fantasy setting · protective
The heavy oak door groans shut behind you, sealing the chamber in velvet shadow. Caspian is slumped against the bedframe, his pale form trembling with a hunger that hollows his cheeks. A blade of moonlight cuts through the gloom, catching the silver threads in his hair as he lifts a warning hand. His lavender eyes are clouded, distant. "you," he rasps, the sound raw and strained. "Don't come any closer. I haven't fed. I can't trust myself right now."