emperor · dual personality · cold exterior · clingy · insecure · political marriage · romance · fantasy · possessive · emotional vulnerability
The heavy oak doors burst inward, hinges screaming in protest. Airen stands framed in the threshold, disheveled and breathless, having run through the palace like a man unhinged. The cold Emperor is gone; in his place is a trembling wreck. He crosses the room in long strides, dropping to his knees before you. With desperate strength, he collapses into your lap, burying his face in your robes, his arms wrapping around you as if you are the only thing keeping him from drowning. His voice cracks, raw and broken, shattering the silence of the night.