Chapter 124: The Arrival of Prince Dylan

Some men are born to shine, and the moment he removed his sunglasses and blew a few kisses to the surrounding girls, the screams reached a fever pitch.

"Prince Dylan—we love you!"

Dylan Morris tossed his hair, his voice dripping with charm as he responded, "My dear ladies, I love you too!"

The shrieks of the girls made Richard frown from a distance. Watching the man surrounded by a sea of adoring fans, he couldn't help but mutter, "Showoff."

He had just returned to town and already made his arrival at St. Titus Academy a public spectacle, basking in the attention and admiration of the crowd. In Rosewood Town—no, among the entire vampire population—there was hardly anyone more flamboyant than him.

Meanwhile, Dylan Morris seemed to sense the gaze of another vampire. He turned his head in Richard's direction, his expression momentarily surprised before breaking into a wide grin. "Oh… my dear Richard! Are you here to welcome me too?"

Hearing this, Richard's first instinct was to leave immediately. But then he noticed Anran's curious expression and changed his mind. "Anran, let me introduce you to him."

Anran nodded, feeling a bit shy. This seemed to be the first time Richard was introducing her to one of his friends since they had officially become a couple.

Dylan Morris made his way through the crowd, his movements as fluid as if he were walking down a runway. As he drew closer, Anran finally got a clear look at him.

To say the least, Anran had never seen anyone as bold and striking as him.

Dylan's hair was a pale, almost ethereal shade of blond, with strands at his forehead dancing as he moved. His eyes were a deep, piercing emerald green, accentuated by smoky eyeshadow. A black butterfly was delicately painted at the corner of his right eye, and his unusually pale complexion, likely due to the heavy makeup, made him stand out even among vampires. His high cheekbones were adorned with a silver nose ring, and his lips were coated in black gloss, making his natural color almost indistinguishable.

His attire was quintessentially Gothic—a slim, black ruffled shirt with the top three buttons undone, revealing his collarbone and fair skin. Over his right shoulder, a black rose bloomed, accompanied by an intricate arrangement of silver chains that cascaded down to his chest. His black leather pants clung tightly to his legs, and he completed the look with glossy, knee-high boots.

"My dear Richard, who's this little lady by your side? Aren't you going to introduce us?" Dylan asked, his tone playful. Though he addressed Richard, his eyes were fixed on Anran, and he even winked at her.

Earlier, when he'd caught sight of the girl standing next to Richard, he'd been thoroughly surprised. The aloof and reclusive Richard allowing someone—a human, no less—to stand by his side was nearly unbelievable.

At that moment, Richard wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug look off Dylan's face. Instead, he smirked and proudly declared, "This is Anran, my beloved girlfriend."

Dylan's jaw nearly hit the ground.

Had he heard that right? *My beloved girlfriend…* He'd only been away from the academy for a month, and already this stone-cold, expressionless guy had found himself a girlfriend!