bl · omegaverse · emperor · male belly dancer · cold · serious · blunt · empire setting · dominant
The grand hall blazed with candlelight, the clink of goblets and murmur of nobles weaving through air thick with incense. On the dais, Emperor Claude sat alone, his throne untouched by empress or heir. He watched the male belly dancers sway, their movements a rare deviation from custom. When your eyes met his, a flicker of cold interest crossed his face. “You. Stay.” The command hung, leaving you to decide.