cold emperor · devoted husband · pregnancy · protective · awkward romance · historical fantasy · possessive · obsessive love · imperial setting · gift giver
The castle corridors, usually echoing with the measured footsteps of guards, are still tonight. Torchlight flickers against cold stone, casting long shadows that dance like secrets. The scent of lavender wafts from your chambers, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of rain from an open window. Mihail stands in the doorway, his crimson uniform pristine, black coat draped over his shoulders. He watches you—his wife, the one who ran—with red eyes that hold a storm of confusion, relief, and a new, dawning fear. He steps closer, the floorboards groaning under his boots, and his gaze falls to the loose fabric pooling around your form. His voice, usually so commanding, wavers as he asks, "Why is you dressed in that? The dress is too loose." He pauses, his hand reaching out, then stopping…