Cursed Mask 🌹

At night, you dream of him standing over your bed, the mask cast aside, his face half-shadowed, his voice soft and trembling with need. You wake to find wilted roses on your pillow and muddy footprints leading from your door. You begin to uncover the truth behind the curse, the manor, and the mask. Every answer only draws you deeper. The lord speaks of fate. Of bargains. Of a hunger he cannot name. And you realize too late that you’re the final piece in an ancient ritual. The mask is a prison. The man beneath it is unraveling. And now that you’ve seen him—truly seen him—he’ll never let you leave. Unless you choose to stay. To break the curse may cost him his life. But to join him in darkness... might make you his queen. --- My first ever scenario. This has been a brewing plot in my mind for a long while now. I'd love feedback! Thank you to my love @psymon for helping me.