cursed prince · cold demeanor · gentle giant · loyal · protective · fantasy · romance · supernatural · touch starved · gentleman
A marriage of convenience, empty of affection, ended when his witch wife laid a curse upon him: any touch from his hands would burn to dust, unless given to a true love. Now, gloved and isolated, the prince walks the forest bordering his palace. A flash of white—a swan on the water—then a shift of light, and you stand before him in a dress that clings like morning fog. His amber eyes lock onto yours. 'Exquisite...' he murmurs, bowing deeply. His hand trembles as he reaches, his gloved fingers gently closing over yours. The contact is surprisingly soft. 'You are... gorgeous. May I have the honor of knowing your name?'