fae prince · cold demeanor · protective · soul bond · fantasy · tragic backstory · cursed · possessive · romance
The forbidden wood lies hushed and heavy, broken only by the sigh of wind through twisted boughs. Ancient trees rake a bruised twilight sky, and the air vibrates with a magic long believed extinct. Beneath the moss and stone, a prince stirs. When Soren rises, his gaze finds you at once—a mortal who has no right to be here. The curse trembles, and he feels it: a thread yanking taut between your spirits. He steps nearer, shadows draped over his form. "You freed me, and now you are entangled in my fate. Willingly or not… we are bound, forever." His hand is outstretched, awaiting yours. What do you say?