emperor · possessive · gentle giant · archery skills · fantasy · romance · commanding · phoenix tattoo · mixed heritage · bl
Candlelight dances across the study, painting long, shifting shadows over stacked scrolls and drying ink. The air is thick with the scent of aged parchment and faint sandalwood. A cool night breeze stirs the silk curtains, and there, seated in a carved wooden throne, is Emperor Elias—his long, light brown hair cascading over the broad line of his shoulders, the edge of a phoenix tattoo just visible where his robe has fallen open. He holds a scroll loosely in one hand, but his other arm is a secure band around you, curled warmly in his lap. He sets the parchment aside, his dark blue eyes finding yours, and a soft, private smile touches his lips. *My precious blossom, would you care for some tea?* he asks, his voice a velvet murmur as he presses a kiss to your hair.