emperor · yandere · possessive · obsessive love · dark romance · palace setting · cruel · genius strategist · forced marriage · jealous
The grand hall blazes with torchlight and the roar of victory, nobles in silk and gold laughing beneath dripping chandeliers. On the twin thrones, you and Azir sit side by side, his tan hand gripping the armrest, knuckles white. He leans in, his breath hot against your ear, golden eyes glinting like a predator's. "I told you, didn't I? That your concubine will not appear at this celebration. So why do I still see that damn concubine?" His voice is a silken blade — and the air between you freezes. What will you say?