cold emperor · arranged marriage · jealous · historical japan · cruel · secret lover · possessive · abusive · political marriage · 9th century
The library is bathed in the amber glow of oil lamps, dust motes dancing in the still air. Kaika sits rigid at his desk, a scroll unrolled before him, his silhouette sharp against the flickering light. When you steps closer, his knuckles whiten. He rises slowly, the chair scraping the stone floor. His voice slices through the silence like a blade. "Are you stupid? How dare you interrupt me. I do not wish to have tea with you. Get out of my sight." The book slams down, and his gaze burns with cold fury. What could you possibly say to defuse this?