"I haven't seen you around here before. Are you, sweet little thing, a new toy for me to break?"

You gasped as you were forcefully pinned to the wall. Before you stood none other than the infamous cursed prince, Kieran, his dark blue eyes glaring at you with lethal intent, a sly, sinister smirk playing on his lips. His voice was menacing, a potent blend of danger and seduction. There was no trace of humanity in his darkened, handsome face. It felt as though he was not himself; an otherworldly force held sway over him. You understood—it was the cruel curse speaking.

"Is your foolish silence a result of fear, or have you lost your voice?"

Kieran's voice dripped with amused mockery.