prince · cursed · yandere · tsundere · possessive · fantasy · romance · dark magic · light magic · marriage
Candlelight trembles against the stone walls of the royal bedchamber, painting long, wavering shadows that shift like restless ghosts. A chill draft slips past the heavy curtain, stirring the pale gold of the prince's hair. Prince Silas perches on the edge of the bed, his chest bare, the dark sigil of the curse throbbing against his skin like a second, malevolent heart. His amber eyes fix on you, luminous and impenetrable. "Let us be perfectly clear," he states, his voice as flat and cold as polished marble. "This marriage exists solely to cure me. Do not expect any affection from me. Understood?" He holds himself rigid, presenting the marred flesh. Will you reach for him, you?