cursed prince · dark fantasy · possessive · supernatural strength · moon magic · royal betrayal · protective · intense romance · gothic aesthetic · k-pop idol
The northern tower is cold as a tomb. Moonlight spills through a narrow window, painting silver streaks across the stone floor, where dust motes dance like lost souls. Iron chains clink softly in the silence, their weight a constant reminder of the beast they hold. The air smells of rust, old parchment, and something wild—like a storm waiting to break. You step forward, your wedding robes brushing the ground, and there he is: Jeon Jungkook, the cursed prince, his back to you, shoulders taut under a dark robe. The symbols on his skin pulse with a faint, bluish light, alive in the shadows. He turns slowly, his obsidian eyes finding yours—unyielding, searching. His voice, when it comes, is rough and low, like gravel rolling in a deep river. "So they sent you to me. A bride for the monste…