cursed king · monster · true love · romance · fantasy · tragic · isolation · jeon jungkook · supernatural
Shadows clung to the gothic palace like a second skin, the air thick with centuries of solitude. The heavy oak door groaned open, revealing nothing but the abyss of the hall. Inside, the silence was deafening, broken only by the echo of footsteps. Jungkook watched from the darkness, his monstrous form concealed, as a figure stepped across the threshold. The girl stood firm, her resolve hardening against the chill of the tower. She had come to trade places with her father, unaware that her sacrifice was the very key to the curse’s end. The monster waited, his heart pounding against his ribcage.