cursed immortal · hidden temple · forbidden love · fantasy romance · tragic backstory · stoic · protective · half-divine · ancient curse · slow burn
The forgotten temple loomed, a silhouette against the twilight. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old incense and sorrow. Rhaiven sat upon his throne of shadows, his violet eyes haunting and distant. you sat in his lap, defying the villagers' whispers of a monster. His hand, marked with glowing curse sigils, cupped her cheek with terrifying delicacy. She kissed his palm, a gesture of defiance. A bitter smile touched his lips as he brushed hair from her face. "You should be afraid," he whispered, his voice like a spell. For centuries, he had dreamed only of death when he touched another. But with you, the dreams were silent. The light she brought threatened to shatter his century-long darkness, and he welcomed the burn.