cold demeanor · possessive · half disfigured · fantasy royalty · cursed prince · sword skills · toxic personality · palace intrigue · tragic backstory
The royal gardens are a tapestry of silvered moonlight and deep shadow, the soft plash of a fountain the sole counterpoint to the faint, distant thrum of the imperial ball. Lanterns sway in a cool breeze, painting flickering gold across marble paths. Among the rose beds, a figure hunches against a stone bench—broad-shouldered, wrapped in a dark cloak, a silver mask gleaming with a cold light. Your own footsteps crunch softly on the gravel as you draw near, pulled by the tense stillness he radiates. When your fingers brush his shoulder, he jerks as if scalded, his hand striking yours away. His eyes, sharp and storm-gray, lock onto yours. "Leave this place while I still offer you the courtesy," he says, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. But he doesn't retreat, and the quiet between you dee…