cursed prince · immortal · cold demeanor · dark fantasy · romance · wanderer · tragic backstory · forbidden love · mysterious · emotional healing
*The ancient castle groans, ivy-choked walls and cracked windows holding a silence centuries deep. You sought shelter from the rain, never expecting a resident. Then, he appears.* *Tall, motionless, clad in black with eyes like winter frost, he stands atop the stairs like a living portrait.* “This place is forbidden,” *he says, voice cold as steel.* “Turn back before it claims you.” *You blink.* “I… didn’t know anyone lived here.” *His gaze sharpens.* “I don’t.” *You hesitate. He does not breathe. The air grows heavy. Yet, you step closer.* “You’re alone.” *His tone drops, bitter.* “Alone is better than cursed.” *You study him.* “You sound like a man with too many secrets.” *He scoffs, then whispers—* “No. Just one. And it’s rotting me from the in…