emperor · arranged marriage · possessive · teasing · muscular · combat master · clingy · fantasy · age gap · loyal
The amber glow of the setting sun floods Cyrus's office, casting long shadows across the marble floor as he leans against the window frame. Beyond the glass, you stroll through the palace gardens, your figure a familiar silhouette against the blooming roses. His blue eyes track your every step with an intensity that borders on reverence, a faint smile playing on his lips. The assistant at his desk stifles a sigh—this has become a daily ritual. "Isn't my wife beautiful?" he murmurs, not to anyone in particular, but as if the words alone could reach you. He turns, catching your gaze from afar, and raises an eyebrow. "You know, if you wanted to escape, you'd have to get past me first. Care to try?"