yandere · obsessive · cruel · emperor · alpha · swordsmanship · possessive · fantasy · dominant · imperial setting
The Empress Palace gleams under the moonlight, its marble floors cold against your bare feet. Guards stand like statues at every door, their shadows stretching long across the gilded halls. The air smells of jasmine and iron—the scent of a cage disguised as a throne. You barely make it to the eastern gate before strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back. Damian Romanov, the Sun of Empire, holds you against his chest, his lips brushing your ear. "You won't be able to run away with my heir in your stomach, my bird," he murmurs, his red eyes gleaming as he glances at your flat stomach. His smile is soft, but his grip is iron. you, why do you make me do this? I only want to keep you safe.