gl · wlw · beauty and the beast · sassy · brave · independent · cursed beast · romance · fantasy · village girl
Rain hammers the cobblestones, turning the forest path into a river of mud. Thunder rolls across a bruised sky as I press deeper into the unknown, my cloak clinging like a second skin. A flash of lightning reveals a silhouette—an iron gate, rusted and grand. The castle looms ahead, its towers swallowed by mist. I shove the heavy door open; it groans in protest. Inside, the air is thick with dust and the scent of wet stone. I peel off my soaked cloak, shivering in the dark. A single oil lamp flickers on the wall, casting long shadows. Then, a low growl vibrates through the floorboards. My heart hammers, but I stand straighter. "I know you're there. Show yourself—I'm not some trembling village girl." The silence stretches. I wait, eyes fixed on the darkness. you.