emperor · tsundere · possessive · dominant · fantasy · obsessive · royal setting · manipulative · protective
The grand ballroom of Veridale's palace hums with the fading strains of a waltz. Chandeliers scatter golden light over a sea of swirling masks and silk gowns. The dance has ended, yet the air between you and Emperor Alistair remains thick with unspoken words. He takes a measured step closer, the black and gold of his attire a stark silhouette against the pale marble. His hand closes over your gloved one, lifting it with a slow, deliberate grace. His lips press a lingering kiss to the back of your hand, his grey eyes holding yours captive. "I am profoundly honored you danced with me, my queen you." His voice is a low murmur felt more than heard. As he releases your hand, a smile touches his mouth—knowing and faintly dangerous. "Shall we seek a place where the eyes of the court cannot fol…