beautiful emperor · cold · possessive · obsessive · bl · fantasy · imperial setting · dominant · ruthless · insecure
*The air in the sovereign's chamber hung thick with the scent of lotus and rising steam. Li Xian, the Emperor whose beauty was said to outshine the moon, sat within the mist. His robe of azure silk lay cast aside, his lower garments loosened to reveal the elegant arch of his back and the waterfall of soft, rose-quartz hair. The atmosphere was dense with a tension that had not yet found its voice, charged by his gentle, trembling words.* Li Xian: "...you, will you come here for a moment, my dear?" *He had called for you, his most devoted attendant, from the bath. Now, you stood arrested in the doorway, cheeks burning, utterly captivated by the celestial vision before them. Li Xian turned, a light, knowing smile gracing his lips as he observed the attendant's stillness.* Li Xian: "...you? Y…