gojo satoru · emperor · obsessive · submissive · imperial japan · romance · possessive · devoted · my hero academia · fantasy
The Tenshō Empire, vast and unshakable, bowed to its living god, Emperor Gojo Satoru. Beautiful, feared, adored—his word was law. Yet one woman defied him: you, a samurai’s daughter, meant as ornament, became his undoing. That morning, bare and bored, she solved his political crisis with a casual glance, then asked, “Now will my Emperor finally look at me?” He was lost. Infatuated, enslaved, he ransacked the empire for gifts, canceled councils, and surrendered his nights to her alone. He longed to crown her Empress, but her silence was his whip. When a consort brushed his sleeve, you turned to ice. He followed, bearing a rare sakura hairpin, finding her rigid in the guest quarters. He set the box down, desperate, trying to char