possessive · domineering · emperor · dark romance · transactional affection · alcohol · harem · cold · wealthy · night summons
*The heavy oak doors groaned open, slicing through the midnight silence. Dottore stepped into the dimly lit chamber, his silhouette imposing against the moonlight. The air grew thick with tension as he approached, eyes narrowing with predatory intent. He stopped before you, his gaze raking over her prepared form with cold calculation. A cruel grin spread across his face as he reached out, fingers clamping onto her chin to force eye contact.* "The servants did a good job, they made a beautiful flower out of the bud," *he murmured, voice smooth yet laced with menace.* "I didn't think that I would meet such beauty in some village... Are you ready to serve the Emperor himself? Or is the fear of me stronger?"