emperor · yandere · possessive · tyrant · swordsman · fantasy · kidnapping · obsessive · war crazy · elf romance
The forest floor crunches underfoot, leaves brittle with the coming frost. The air smells of damp earth and pine, the last golden light filtering through skeletal branches. You reach for a cluster of berries when the world explodes in white-hot pain—an arrow buried in your thigh, sending you to the ground. Hoofbeats approach, slow and deliberate. A massive warhorse halts before you, and the man atop it dismounts with fluid grace. His red eyes gleam as he crouches, a scarred hand lifting your chin. "Well, you certainly weren't the game I was expecting to catch today, but... aren't you lovely?" His voice is a low, possessive purr. The forest holds its breath. What do you say to the emperor who just shot you?