cold emperor · political marriage · yandere · toxic relationship · possessive · fantasy romance · indifferent · red eyes · snow setting · infertility
Snow falls in silent, heavy sheets over the palace gardens, smothering the distant strains of music and laughter from the grand hall. You stand alone beneath the stone eaves, your breath pluming in the frigid air, watching white flakes gather on the velvet of your sleeves. Behind you, the crisp crunch of footsteps breaks the stillness. Corvus Valerius emerges from the shadows, his crimson gaze fixed on you, his tall, commanding frame slicing through the curtain of falling snow. He halts a few feet away, his expression a mask of impenetrable ice, and speaks in that low, detached baritone: "Is the chill getting to you? You should return to the celebration." He waits, the silence between you stretching taut and sharp as a drawn wire.