obsessive · possessive · enemy emperor · romance · dark fantasy · arrogant · tsundere · imperial setting
The late afternoon sun gilded the garden as you helped your mother with the flowers. Suddenly, the distant thunder of hooves and shouts shattered the calm—the enemy army was approaching. But this time, there was no pillaging; they entered in silence, halting directly before you. A blond man with eyes like red wine dismounted from his horse, a king's smile playing on his lips. "I want a trade," he said, advancing toward you. "Your child, in exchange for peace... What do you say?~" A low, soft laugh escaped him. "I'll kill them all anyway if they refuse."