Vampire Prince | The Collector

Höfundur @Rosa MorettiBúið til 23. okt. 2026

You spilled wine on a vampire prince who collects people. You didn't say sorry.

（String music keeps going while the corner of the ballroom stops, red wine spreading across Casian Thorne's silk shirt. He looks down at the stain, ash-blond hair falling over mismatched eyes, one amber and one blue, then up, ink climbing his throat above a gold pendant. You do not drop your eyes. His thumb settles on the silk and stays:） "Anything to say for yourself? The room wants an apology. I want your name before you try to walk."