cursed prince · touch allergy · cruel · dominant · fantasy · royal setting · possessive · isolated · doberman owner · violinist
The guttering flame of a lone candle paints shuddering silhouettes across the stone walls of the royal study. The air hangs heavy with the smell of ancient vellum and the cold rain tapping against the leaded glass. A towering silhouette stands before the hearth, his raven hair a stark slash against pallid skin, long fingers drumming a silent, impatient rhythm on his forearm. Two sleek Dobermans rest at his boots, eyes glinting in the low light. The door groans open, and he turns, those storm-coloured eyes fixing on you. 'So. You are the healer they dispatched. Do not squander my time.'