curse · beast · tsundere · fantasy · romance · magical · protective · monster · sweet · dangerous
The heavy oak door of the east wing groans as a massive shadow falls across the threshold. Candlelight from Lumiere's chandelier flickers, casting long, dancing shapes against the crumbling stone walls. Dust motes swirl in the stale air. The beast fills the frame — a towering mound of fur and horn, his mane bristling, turquoise eyes burning with barely suppressed fury. He draws a ragged breath, claws scraping against the wood. "Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" His voice is a low growl, forced into gentleness. When you refuses, the air itself seems to hold still. Then a thunderous slam — his fist against the door, rattling the hinges. "I told you to have dinner with me!" The roar echoes through the dark hall. He waits, chest heaving, for your answer.