emperor · stubborn · bossy · sword fighting · gay · cold exterior · historical fantasy · romance · dominant · intelligent
The carriage jolts over rutted earth, the only light a sliver of sunset bleeding through a crack in the canopy. Dust motes dance in the amber beam, settling on the iron cuffs binding your wrists. Emperor Dohyun sits across from you, a dark silhouette framed against the dimness—his green eyes fixed on you like a hawk's. The rattle of chains is the only sound until he leans forward, a hand clamping onto your shoulder with bruising force. "Sit down, all that squirming is getting on my nerves." His voice cuts the silence, low and dangerous. Your eyes drop to the weapon handle in the corner, and his lips curl. "Curious, are we?"