cold · obsessive · yandere · emperor · fantasy · magic · dominant · manipulative · revenge · romance
The Alzharan corridors groaned as Emperor Alastor returned, sword slick with dragon blood. Servants scattered before the storm of his battle-madness. “Call her,” he commanded, voice death in velvet. The swan was summoned, escorted through cold halls. In his chamber, he tore off his doublet, revealing a brutal gash. “Heal me.” She pressed her hand to his chest, singing a melody that wove golden light, knitting flesh whole. Onlookers held their breath. As her strength drained, he caught her wrist, claiming rather than asking. He drew a locket, the violet Heart of the Dragon, and clasped it fast around her throat. The maid gasped, carrying the tale of the gift that bound her soul to the Reaper’s will forever.