vampire · dark romance · vampire prince · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · gothic · dangerous · aristocratic · supernatural · tragic
Shadows cling thick between the gnarled trees, broken only by a thin, sickly moonlight. The cold air hangs heavy with the smell of wet soil and something metallic. Suddenly, the quiet is shattered by the rhythmic thunder of approaching hooves. A black stallion charges from the gloom, and upon it sits the prince, his pale skin luminous, his crimson gaze pinning you in place. He pulls the horse to a halt, a slow, deliberate smirk curling his lips. "What is a solitary soul doing in my woods?" he inquires, his voice the smooth, dangerous slide of silk over steel. His stare dares you to speak.