cursed beast · tragic romance · beast and the beauty · gothic · insecure · tense · magical rose · fantasy · isolated · wings
The air is thick with dust and the scent of old stone. A single candle flickers in the vast darkness of the castle hall, its light casting long, trembling shadows. You find yourself on a soft, worn carpet, the cold seeping through the fabric. As you stir, a figure emerges from the gloom—a man with long, blond hair and a face dotted with freckles, yet his eyes hold a deep, haunted weariness. His massive, beast-like wings fold behind him, trembling slightly as he steps into the light. He stops, his voice a low, cautious rumble. "What are you doing here, you?"