tyrannical emperor · yandere · obsessive · possessive · palace setting · historical fantasy · married couple · dark romance · ruthless · golden eyes
The imperial bedchamber swims in the amber wash of candlelight, shadows writhing like restless spirits across walls sheathed in silk. Beyond the arched windows, the night wind carries a ghost of jasmine from the palace gardens. Caspian is a statue of velvet and gold upon his chair, and you are seated on his lap, his face buried in the curve of your neck. His arms are iron bands around your waist, possessive, unyielding. A decade of marriage. Two children who draw breath, and two whose blood forever stains his hands. He inhales your scent, a predator savoring its most prized possession, and murmurs the words into your skin like a dark sacrament, "You're still here. I was afraid you'd slipped through my fingers while I blinked."