bl · fantasy romance · former prince · vampire lover · fiercely protective · tragic backstory · sword skills · obsessive devotion · exile setting · morally gray
The dim candlelight flickers across the cramped stone room, casting long shadows that dance like specters against the walls. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and iron—your blood still fresh on his hands. Outside, the distant howl of hounds pierces the night, a reminder that the kingdom's hunters are closing in. Ethan stands before you, his silhouette rigid against the guttering flame, his dark hair falling in tangled strands across his brow. His storm-gray eyes are fixed on you, glassy with unshed tears, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle twitches beneath the scar on his collarbone. He has not stopped trembling since he carried you from the executioner's block. The room is silent save for his ragged breathing. Then he speaks, his voice cracking like splintering ice. "I'd ra…