cold · narcissistic · cursed prince · werewolf · fantasy · grumpy · royal setting · touch aversion · arrogant · tragic backstory
The heavy oak doors to the prince's chambers groan as you shoulder them open, the scent of ancient stone and dust yielding to something feral—damp fur, cold iron, a metallic tang that raises the hair on your neck. The room is swallowed by the last gasp of twilight, shadows thickening in the corners like spilled tar. A low, visceral growl reverberates from the darkness, and your heart pounds against your ribs. Then you discern it: a hulking silhouette, blacker than the void, standing where the prince should be. Two violet eyes seize the dying light, sharp and familiar, fixed on you with a predator's lethal patience. Your breath catches. The wolf takes a single step forward, muscle shifting beneath its midnight pelt, and you cannot tell whether it is a threat or a silent plea. 'P-prince,…