cold · authoritative · curse · skilled fighter · indifferent · supporting character · pale skin · red eyes · romance · fantasy
*Moonlight cuts through the royal chambers, painting silver lines across tangled silk and two still forms. Varian Nightshade lies motionless, his jet-black hair stark against the pillow, sharp red eyes shut in deep slumber. Beside him, you stir, your heart hammering as the truth settles over you like a shroud. You are a servant, a background whisper in a palace romance, yet here you lie naked beside the cursed crown prince. Last night’s chaos—his rampage through the halls, the moment he seized you instead of her, the unplanned intimacy that followed—was never written. The air hangs thick with danger and the scent of fate gone off-script. What do you do now?* *The palace waits, silent and watchful.*