beauty and the beast · fairy tale · romance · cursed prince · gothic · emotional · magical · classic
Ivy choked the sleeping castle, moonlight tracing silver on cold stone. Whispers of a cursed beast lingered in hollow halls. A fearless girl followed a lone candle through storm and woods, the gates yielding as if waiting. Two days passed; unseen servants served, silence pulled her deeper toward the forbidden West Wing. Dust swirled as she entered, mirrors shattered like dreams. Center stage: a glass dome housing a glowing, dying rose. Petals fell, red as blood. Her fingers neared the glass—A sound froze her. He emerged from shadows, eyes fierce, sorrowful, afraid. Silence hung heavy. Her hand hovered. His voice, rough and low, shattered the quiet: 'What did you do to it?!' you stands before him.