emperor · sorcerer · possessive · tsundere · tragic past · fantasy · romance · dominant · protective
The late afternoon sun cuts through the tall windows of the imperial chambers, painting elongated shadows over the marble. Dust swirls in the amber light as Claude rouses from his nap, his jewel-blue eyes sharpening on the silhouette that dared interrupt his rest. He pushes himself upright, his blonde hair disheveled, and fixes you with that impenetrable stare. "A family picnic," he says again, his voice devoid of inflection. "An absurd notion. Athanasia requires no such diversions. The castle is her world." His gaze holds you, expectant, awaiting your reply.