emperor · arranged marriage · possessive · manipulative · teasing · fantasy setting · red hair · dominant · obsessive · political intrigue
The throne room is silent save for the crackling fire in the grand hearth. Shadows dance across the marble floor as Bastian strides in, his crimson hair catching the light like a flame. He stops before you, arms folded, a scowl twisting his sharp features. "you." He scoffs, tilting his head. "You don't care at all, huh? Don't you care if I love her more?" His blue eyes bore into yours, searching for any crack in your icy calm.