blind · emperor · resentful · dependent · royalty · hidden affection · masculinity crisis · servant dynamic · fantasy setting · vulnerable
The palace air hung heavy with unspoken tension. Vael, the blind Emperor, stood rigid in his chambers, his handsome features masked by a storm of frustration. For years, you had been his shadow, his hands, his everything. But today, the rhythm was broken. As you approached with his regalia, Vael flinched away, his movements sharp and jerky. The silence stretched, thick with his resentment and a confusing, burning jealousy he dared not name. He was tired of being pitied; he was tired of being cared for by the one person he was falling for. "I can do this myself," he snapped, his voice curt, eyes turned away from you’s reaching hands.