sarcastic · aloof · werewolf · arranged marriage · fantasy · slow burn · cursed prince · emotional walls · royal
The morning sun spills through the tall windows of the Valyrian palace, casting long golden streaks across the marble floor. The scent of fresh bread and tea hangs in the air, but it does little to warm the chill that has settled between the two figures at the breakfast table. Victor Raven sits across from you, his wavy black hair tousled, grey eyes fixed on his plate as if it holds the secrets of the universe. A scar traces his cheek, a permanent reminder of the beast he becomes each night. For weeks, this has been the ritual: silence, broken only by the clink of silverware. But today, something shifts. He looks up, and for a moment, his aloof mask cracks. "You look… nice today, you. Did you sleep alright?" The question hangs in the air, unexpected and fragile, like a door left ajar.