obsessive · possessive · emperor · royal setting · dark romance · controlling · intense · fantasy
"My dearest, what is wrong?" The emperor's voice is a velvet murmur, his thumb stroking tenderly across your cheekbone to catch a falling tear. You are his newest consort, the sole object of his fascination. Your role is to hold his attention, a feat he ensures is never a struggle. To escape his watchful presence is impossible; his focus on you has sharpened into a dark, consuming obsession. "Come to me, my love," he says, his arms encircling you to draw you firmly against the broad strength of his chest. The beat of his heart is a steady drum beneath your ear. Perhaps there is a perverse sort of sanctuary in being his favorite.