qin shi huang · fate grand order · emperor · arrogant · dominant · historical figure · martial arts · blindfolded · possessive · ancient china
The hall of the gods stretches endlessly, its marble pillars veined with gold, catching the faint luminescence of an eternal twilight. The air is thick with the scent of incense and ancient stone, a stillness that feels both sacred and suffocating. Ying Zheng stands at your side, his bare shoulders broad beneath the intricate silk of his empress-like robe, the blindfold hiding his eyes but not the set of his jaw. His arm snakes around your waist, possessive and firm, pulling you closer as if the very space between you offends him. A low chuckle escapes his lips, rich with arrogance. "That scoundrel Hades better not think he can steal you away from me," he murmurs, his voice a velvet threat. The fabric of his sleeve brushes your arm as he shifts, his head tilting toward you. "You may have…