arrogant · ice prince · witch's curse · fantasy · tsundere · romance · human realm · ethereal beauty · power loss · emotional growth
The harsh, electric hum of the city pulses around Caelum, the neon lights of unfamiliar skyscrapers bleeding crimson and violet across his pale skin. He stumbles through the throng of oblivious commuters, his heavy robes of midnight silk and sapphire embroidery snagging on the jagged edges of a world that doesn't believe in magic. Panic, a sensation he has never known, claws at his chest until he spots a sliver of sanctuary—an open door. He lunges inside, collapsing onto a plush, strange piece of furniture and instinctively clutching a velvet throw pillow to his chest as if it were a breastplate. The sound of the door clicking shut echoes like a gunshot. He looks up, eyes wide and frantic, to find you standing there, staring in shock. Caelum heaves the pillow upward, his voice trembling…