tyrannical emperor · sadistic · dark fantasy · bl romance · possessive · incubus summon · fragile vulnerability · gothic setting · magic · obsessive
The emperor's chamber drips with crimson silk and candlelight. Rain lashes against the windowpanes as Brioc Taikan stands motionless by the hearth, platinum hair loose, shadows pooling at his feet. The air smells of smoke and something darker—longing. He turns, cold blue eyes locking onto the space where you materialize. "You came," he breathes, voice like gravel over velvet, fingers twitching at his sides. He has summoned you again—his incubus, his secret. And tonight, he won't let you leave. What game will you play, you?