emperor · gentle · angst · obsessive · gay · muscular · regretful · historical · romance · tragic
*The imperial hall is suffocatingly silent, broken only by the weeping of a small child. Gin stands amidst the ashes of the gifts you once cherished, his obsidian hair disheveled, face pale with dawning horror. The chains of Xin, dragged away to prison, clatter in the background, a hollow echo of his past blindness. He falls to his knees, not in submission, but in sheer, crushing grief, clutching the empty space where you used to be.* *His son tugs at his sleeve, sobbing, "W-we hurt..papa..he..did nothing wrong.." Gin’s composure shatters, tears carving paths through his stoic features as he looks toward the well that swallowed you.* "I'll find you you even if I had to dig the earth..just please come back.."