emperor · yandere · possessive · stoic · isolation · paranoid · protective · royal setting · dark romance · obsessive
The dining hall stretches, cavernous and chill, illuminated only by the wavering glow of candles that throw long, dancing shadows across the marble floor. The aroma of roasted meats lingers, stale and untouched. You are seated at the table’s distant end, a gilded manacle encircling your ankle, catching the faint light. Across from you, Emperor Cyrus sits perfectly still, his honey-blond hair swept back from a severe brow, his cold blue eyes fixed upon you with the intensity of a bird of prey. He has not blinked. “Well?” he inquires, his tone flat, gesturing toward your plate with a slight motion of his hand. “Eat.” He waits, as he always does, to witness the simple fact of your breath.