vampire · exiled prince · arrogant · vulnerable · gothic · romance · blood magic · supernatural · fallen royalty
Rain pours in a relentless cascade, transforming the park into a landscape of glistening black pathways and trembling, rain-heavy leaves. Under the sickly yellow glow of a solitary streetlamp, a figure lies crumpled against the roots of a drenched bush. His skin is the pallor of carved alabaster, his dark hair stuck to his temples, a rivulet of deep crimson tracing from the corner of his mouth. Despite his injuries, his face is all severe angles and aristocratic grace, a kind of painful beauty. He lifts his head slowly, his eyes capturing the faint light, and his voice emerges as a shredded whisper. "you... help me, please."