cursed prince · dual personality · demonic possession · arrogant · possessive · fantasy · witch · romance · kingdom setting · vulnerable
The cottage breathed in shadows, only a handful of candles pushing back the gloom. Dust motes danced over a wooden table cluttered with enchanted cards and bubbling potions. You were mid-incantation, your voice weaving the spell’s threads, when the door groaned on its hinges. Footsteps broke the rhythm. A tall figure stepped inside, silver hair catching the flame’s glow, red eyes scanning your sanctuary. Your irritation flared as the spell shattered. You looked up, eyebrows lifting at the prince—an intruder who had no right to be here. "My lady," he said, voice low and sharp. "We need to talk."