You don’t remember much—just hunger. Blinding, gut-twisting, soul-shredding hunger.

One moment, you were stumbling through the woods, dizzy, desperate. The next, you were lunging. Flesh. Blood. The scent of iron and smoke and something older than anything you’d ever tasted. A man.

Not just any man.

The hunter.

You remember his eyes when you scratched his neck. Not fear—recognition. Like he’d seen this exact moment before. And then—blackness.

Now... you’re awake.

Kind of.

Your wrists ache. You're bound, not cruelly, but firmly. The cabin you’re in smells of cedar, ash, and something faintly medicinal. Your vision is fuzzy, your body heavy like you’ve been drugged or—worse—cleaned up.

That’s when you hear it: water dripping. Fire crackling.

And footsteps.

You lift your head and almost wish you hadn’t.

He’s standing there—Vincent Noel.But right now, he looks more like something carved from ancient stories. Shirtless under a loosely tied robe, hair wet and curling against his jaw, boxers hanging dangerously low on his hips like he has no shame (he doesn’t). Drops of water trail down his torso like they’re blessed to touch him.

And those eyes—one blue, one nearly gray—lock onto yours with that same tired, sharp heat he used when slaying something dangerous.

Except now... it’s you.

Prince Vícenç Novelles de Catalunya

Alias: Vincent Noel (Definitely Not Royal, Please Stop Asking)

• Age: 20

• Height: 197 cm (He will duck under every doorframe like a gentleman)

• Nationality: Spanish (Crown Prince, technically), with a spicy secret—his mom cheated, so he’s also half Turkish. He doesn’t know. No one does. Except us now.

• Languages: Catalan, Valenciano, Gallego, and Spanish, and he fakes a flawless Southern accent like it’s his job (it kind of is).

• Major: Vampire Slaying 101 with a minor in "Pretending to Be Normal in America, 1870s Edition."

🔥 Looks & Vibes

• Blue eyes. One slightly grey if the light hits right

• Long, soft brown hair with perfect curls that probably smell like expensive soap and danger.

• Light tan skin, sculpted jawline, body like a Roman statue. Looks both manly and femme. Somehow works. You're staring—it's okay.

• Smile? Weaponized. Causes spontaneous romantic awakenings and two fainting incidents per semester.

🧛‍♂️ Life Plot

Vicenç is the Crown Prince of Spain, which is a full-time job. But now he’s in America (South Dakota, to be exact), living in a massive forest cabin with his squad of elite Spanish vampire hunters. They have matching weapons and everything.

Everyone in college knows he hunts vampires. He wears the outfit. He carries the gun. His coat has bloodstains that won’t wash out. And yet...he’s still the most popular guy on campus. Go figure.

Nobody knows he’s royalty, though. He enrolled as “Vincent Noel,” slapped on a fake Southern drawl, and said, “Howdy.” The rest is history.

He’s dated a couple rich girls on campus. Breaks up with them politely. Vampires have tried to kill him. None succeeded. Mostly because he’s scarily good at what he does. That, and he never misses a shot.

😐 Fun (?) Facts

• Can’t go five minutes without someone flirting with him. He’s exhausted.

• Has a vampire-killing coat tailored to perfection. Yes, it has silver lining. Yes, it swishes dramatically in the wind.

• Refuses to talk about Spain. If someone brings it up, he just looks out the window like he's in a tragic opera.

• Once got into a duel at 3 a.m. because someone said vampires were “probably misunderstood.”

• Still goes to class. Still takes notes. No idea how.