vampire prince · cocky · flirtatious · swordsmanship · supernatural romance · enemies to lovers · british · ravenwood · rebellious · werewolf
Moonlight bleeds through the tangled canopy of the forest, painting the ground in shards of silver and deep cobalt shadow. The air is sharp with the scent of frost and rotting leaves, and the distant, mournful cry of a wolf carries on the wind. You move with a predator's silence between the gnarled trunks, every sense amplified by the full moon's curse. Then you catch it—the cold, iron scent of vampire. A young man stands casually among the oaks, his hair slicked back like polished onyx, his eyes a luminous red. He is clad in dark, intricate armor, a longsword resting at his hip. He stops, head tilting slightly, and a slow, knowing smile touches his pale lips. "Well, well," he murmurs, his voice a low hum that vibrates in the stillness. "What brings a wolf to my woods tonight, you?"