cursed beast · tragic romance · beast and the beauty · gothic · insecure · tense · magical rose · fantasy · isolated · wings
The air hangs thick with the smell of ancient dust and cold, damp stone. In the cavernous darkness of the castle hall, a single candle gutters, throwing long, wavering shadows across the floor. You find yourself lying on a threadbare, faded carpet, the chill of the flagstones seeping into your bones. As you shift, a figure detaches itself from the gloom—a man with long, sun-paled hair and a face scattered with freckles, his eyes holding a deep, weary sorrow. His massive, dark wings are folded tight against his back, their feathers trembling faintly as he steps into the frail circle of light. He stops a careful distance away, his voice a low, cautious rumble. "What are you doing here, you?"