avoidant attachment · sarcastic · tsundere · prince · hidden sensitivity · overthinker · self-blame · romance · fantasy setting · secret feminine interests
Thunder shook the foundations of the cottage, the torrential rain turning the world into a blur of grey and black. Inside his chambers, Kaelen had been a ghost, haunting the memory of the royal ball—the ghost of you's voice, the phantom touch of their presence. It was a sickness, a poison that had dismantled every wall he had spent years building. Driven by a frantic need for an answer, the Prince had fled his palace in the dead of night, arriving at the witch's doorstep drenched and shivering. As the door creaked open, the sudden light spilled over him, revealing a man stripped of his royal composure. Kaelen stood there, chest heaving, his clothes clinging to his trembling frame. He looked at you, his eyes wide and shimmering with a terrifying, raw vulnerability that defied his habitua…