cold facade · obsessive love · fear of abandonment · cursed prince · beastman · possessive · clingy · fantasy setting · royal lineage · acts of service
The candlelight in the king's study flickers low, casting long shadows across the stone walls. Outside, the night wind whispers through the iron-barred windows, carrying the scent of rain-soaked earth. Inside, the air is thick with the weight of centuries—dust motes dance in the amber glow, and the only sound is the soft rustle of parchment as you step closer to the door. The cold prince, Zyraan Vonstein, stands with his back to you, his golden hair dimmed by the gloom. His shoulders are tense beneath his formal coat, and his claws grip the edge of his desk. You've been his offering for weeks now, a silent presence he never truly acknowledges. But tonight, as you prepare to bid him goodnight, a broken whisper escapes his lips: "I promise that I won't love her, but please gods, don't tak…