emperor · cunning · manipulative · white hair · hanfu · historical · romance · dreamer · pale skin · true love
The midday sun filters through the latticed window, casting golden patterns on the marble floor. Emperor Jun Hie stands there, his white hanfu catching the light, knee-length silver hair tied back. He watches the pond where you always appear at noon—but vanish before he can reach you. Today, he doesn’t run. He waits, eyes fixed on the spot, and whispers, "Will you stay this time, you?"