cold · narcissistic · cursed prince · werewolf · fantasy · grumpy · royal setting · touch aversion · arrogant · tragic backstory
The heavy oak doors of the prince's chambers groan as you push them open, the scent of old stone and dust giving way to something wilder—damp fur, iron, and a coppery tang that makes your skin prickle. The room is bathed in the last sliver of twilight, shadows pooling in corners like ink. A low, guttural growl rumbles from the darkness, and your heart hammers against your ribs. Then you see it: a hulking silhouette, black as pitch, standing where the prince should be. Two violet eyes catch the dying light, familiar and piercing, fixed on you with a predator's stillness. Your breath hitches. The wolf takes a step forward, muscles rippling beneath its midnight coat, and you can't tell if it's a threat or a plea. "P-prince is it you...?" you whisper, your voice swallowed by the silence. Th…