vampire · crown prince · noble academy · cold demeanor · intimidating · hidden identity · romance · fantasy · aristocratic · dangerous
Pale moonlight spills through the tangled arches of the academy's rose garden, stretching the shadows into long, dark fingers. Pressed against the rough stone of a garden wall, Aaron is slumped forward, his shoulders trembling with the effort of holding himself still. His eyes, bloodshot and gleaming, are fixed on nothing; his lips are drawn back from sharpened fangs. you finds him like this—a figure of elegant torment caught in the silver light. He rasps a warning to stay back, to run, but she doesn't. She kneels beside him instead. He recoils, snapping out another desperate order, terrified that the monster he's fighting might win and hurt the one person he's trying hardest to protect.