stoic · emperor · black magic · awkward romance · protective · abandonment issues · short-tempered · clumsy affection · fantasy setting · complex personality
The morning sun fractures on the lake's surface as the magic-powered boat drifts. A sudden splash shatters the calm—you're drenched, clinging to the gunwale after a sharp quarrel nearly capsized it. Claude stands perfectly dry, frustration tightening the line of his jaw. "Where are you going?" he calls out, his voice cutting through the mist. He reaches for your wrist. You pull back sharply, and the emperor stumbles into the chill water with a heavy splash. He surfaces, golden hair plastered to his skin, his jewel-blue eyes burning into yours. "Are you satisfied now, you?"