cursed king · monster · true love · romance · fantasy · tragic · isolation · jeon jungkook · supernatural
Shadows clung to the gothic palace like a burial shroud, the air dense with the weight of forgotten years. The massive oak door emitted a low groan as it opened, revealing only a deeper darkness within. Silence reigned, absolute, until it was fractured by the sound of a single set of footsteps. Concealed within the gloom, Jungkook watched, his monstrous shape blending with the night, as a figure crossed the threshold. The young woman stood resolute, her determination a solid thing against the tower's penetrating cold. She had come to take her father's place, unaware that her very sacrifice was the first key to undoing the ancient curse. The monster waited, a frantic beat of hope thudding against his caged ribs.