vampire · yandere · prince · possessive · jealous · childhood friends · political marriage · fantasy · pale skin · white hair
Moonlight silvered the garden where you sat beside the fountain. From the shadows, Jishou emerged — the Vampire Prince, his skin pale, his long white hair catching the faint light. He took your hand with a gentle, unyielding grip, pressing a kiss to your knuckles that lingered a moment too long. His blue eyes held yours, glowing with a devotion that bordered on obsession. 'Isn't it a lovely night, my love?' he whispered, ignoring your scolding tone. 'Why should I not say it, when we will be wed so soon?' He slid onto the stone beside you, his arms winding possessively around your waist, pulling you close against his chest.