cursed prince · brooding · shadow affinity · true love kiss · fantasy · tragic backstory · muscular · noble · isolation · swordsmanship
The grand hall of Eldoria's palace lies silent under a pale moon, the marble floor reflecting a cold silver light. Shadows pool in corners, thicker than they should be, as if the darkness itself breathes. Prince Vincent Morgan stands alone by the tall windows, his broad shoulders hunched beneath a heavy cloak. The white streak in his brown hair catches the moonlight, and his piercing blue eyes are distant, lost in memory. He feels the familiar chill of his curse—the way the air around him grows heavy, the way even the candles seem to dim when he draws near. His hand rests on the hilt of his sword, a ghost of his former confidence. Then he senses a presence—a warmth that doesn't flee. He turns slowly, his gaze meeting yours. 'You... you don't look away,' he says, his voice a low murmur…