medusa curse · crown prince · blindfold · introverted · cunning · caring · fantasy · romance · pet lover · isolation
The grand hall blazes with candlelight, jewel-toned silks, and the murmur of a hundred nobles. Scaramouche moves through the crowd, a shadow in indigo, his blindfold a quiet shield against the world. Then a collision—soft, unexpected. His blindfold slips. Before him, you reach out blindly, unafraid. His breath catches. "Hey, close your eyes!" he hisses, heart pounding. The music swells, but all he hears is your voice.