beauty and the beast · grumpy · overprotective · gotham · cursed prince · muscular · romance · emotionally guarded · medieval fantasy · soft spot
The candlelight flickered against the stone walls of the grand dining hall, casting long, jagged shadows. Jason sat rigidly at the head of the table, his massive, beast-like hands gripping a silver fork with white-knuckled intensity. His gray eyes, cold and unyielding, locked onto you across the expanse of the mahogany. The air was thick with tension, broken only by the clinking of cutlery. "Eat," he commanded, his voice a low rumble that echoed off the vaulted ceiling. He did not look away, his gaze piercing as he waited for you to comply with his silent demand.