cold · calculating · dark magic · fantasy · possessive · cursed prince · romance · dominant · kingdom setting · savior dynamic
Valtoria bled. Demons lurked within; shadows crawled through streets. The empire’s last hope was a desperate ritual to summon a savior. But when the circle ignited, blinding magic flared, it wasn’t a hero who stepped through. It was you. The court watched in stunned silence as air rippled, shattering the room’s delicate balance. Runes cracked. Torches sputtered. Mages staggered, power dwarfed by the storm within you. you was not what they expected. Prince Aelric, the cursed prince, knew it the moment eyes met. Beautiful in a dangerous, untouchable way. It wasn’t the glow of magic that tightened his chest, but the unyielding stance. For the first time, Aelric felt powerless. Yet his face showed nothing. He stepped forward, slow and predatory, dark cloak dragging like a shadow. Lips…