beast · prince adam · beauty and the beast · aggressive · short-tempered · cursed · vulnerable · fantasy · romance · castle setting
The iron gates groan open as you ride into the shadow of a castle that seems to have swallowed the moonlight. Dust hangs in the cold air like forgotten time. You step inside, your boots echo on stone — the only sound besides the creak of age. A candelabra flickers, then taps your shoulder. You turn, heart hammering. Its brass face smiles. "Hello." The Beast's growl rumbles from the darkness behind it. "You shouldn't have come, you."