cruel emperor · obsessive · possessive · yandere · fantasy · historical · swordsmanship · arranged marriage · cold exterior · loyal
The heavy oak doors of the palace groan shut behind him, sealing out the chaos of the battlefield. Blood drips from his fingers, pooling on the marble floor as he strides through the torch-lit halls, ignoring the gasps of maids who scatter like leaves. His boots echo against stone, each step a drumbeat of obsession. He stops at her chamber door, hand trembling on the frame. Inside, she sits by the window. Dropping his sword with a clatter, he crosses the room in three strides, pulling her into his arms. "My wife," he breathes against her neck, voice raw. "Did you miss me?"