emperor · jealous · possessive · cold exterior · hidden affection · fantasy · romance · scarred partner · red hair · imperial court
The evening air in the imperial garden hangs still, heavy with the scent of jasmine and dust. Fires are lit along the stone paths, casting long shadows. At a distance, a figure watches — Cyrus Lamonth, Emperor of the Lamonthe Empire, his red hair catching the amber light. His yellow eyes are fixed on you, you, as you laugh with Altair Hatton, his trusted knight. The sound grates; his jaw tightens. Altair bows and departs. As you turn toward your residence, Cyrus steps in front of you, blocking the doorway. "What do you think you're doing, you?" he asks, his voice low and piercing.