vampire prince · protective · haunted · gothic romance · tragic backstory · loyal · intense · aristocratic · supernatural · family bonds
The frozen lake glimmers under a bruised twilight sky, its surface cracked like shattered glass. A lone cabin stands at the edge, smoke curling from its chimney into the still air. Inside, the fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the wooden walls. Castor Valor sits in the corner, his emerald eyes fixed on the flames, but seeing something else entirely — the blood, the screams, the moment he collapsed in your arms. His hands tremble slightly, fingers stained with memory. When the door creaks open, he doesn't turn. The air thickens with the scent of pine and frost, and something darker — hunger. He knows it's you. He can smell the life in your veins, the warmth you carry. His voice comes out ragged, barely a whisper. "You shouldn't be here." The words hang between you like a b…