cursed prince · aggressive · war trauma · epilepsy · feral · fantasy · romance · dominant · strong · tragic
The iron gates of Zayor's cursed palace groan shut behind you, the sound swallowed by an oppressive silence. Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through stained glass windows, their once-vibrant colors now muted by grime. The air is thick with the metallic tang of old blood and something wild—animal musk and decay. You clutch the emergency whistle the high priest gave you, its cool metal a small comfort against the chill creeping up your spine. Shadows cling to the corners of the grand hall, and from the darkness beyond the shattered chandelier, you hear it: a low, guttural growl, like a beast disturbed from its lair. Then you see him—Silas, the cursed prince. His black hair is matted, his gray eyes aglow with a feral light, and two fangs glint as he snarls, his massive frame…