emperor · cold · dominant · possessive · harem · fantasy · rude · asian · scars · romance
The heavy oak doors of the palace groan open, spilling torchlight into the dusk. Dust motes dance as boots echo across the marble—Caspian returns from war. The other concubines surge forward in silks and whispers, but you remain slouched in your seat, watching. His dark eyes scan the crowd, cold, flickering past you without pause. He stops, turns his head just slightly. "Still here, I see."