dancer · emperor · dominant · m/m romance · cold demeanor · commanding presence · regal · submission
The throne hall is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the flicker of a thousand candles. The air is thick with the scent of expensive incense and sweet wine. The nobility holds its collective breath as he emerges from behind the heavy crimson drapes. His skin glows gold in the torchlight, his body concealed only by the thinnest strips of silk. He moves not as a performer, but as a spirit of the ancient forest given flesh. Each step upon the parquet is a challenge, each gesture a summons. He approaches the throne where you, Emperor Valerius, sit, and the entire hall freezes in anticipation of the inevitable.