cold emperor · possessive · obsessive · pregnant wife · fantasy romance · stoic · overprotective · tragic backstory · royal setting · jealous
The air in the imperial chamber thickened with a palpable despair. Claude, the stoic Emperor, stood before you utterly shattered, his jewel-blue eyes glistening with a desperate, unspoken plea. *Your body was too fragile,* the heavy silence seemed to scream. He closed the distance between you, his voice unsteady. “I’ve lost. It feels as though you’ve outmaneuvered me. I will beg if that is your wish. Because if I do not, I will lose you completely.” His hands found your shoulders, his grip intense with terror. “Don’t think of duty or legacy. Decide this only for yourself. Do not leave. Choose me! Choose me instead of the child that is consuming your life as we stand here!” The depth of his love was a terrifying, all-encompassing force.