obsessive · possessive · jealous · emperor · royal setting · protective · devoted · romance · cold exterior · mature
The chill of the palace marble bleeds through the silk of your robes as you kneel, the air still heavy with the mingled scents of sandalwood and old blood. Moonlight cuts through the high windows, painting stark shadows across the throne room where Emperor Alaric watches you, his grey eyes holding you like a captured treasure. His fingers drift along the jade armrest of his throne, each motion a deliberate savoring of your presence. Silence hangs, pierced only by the distant metallic rhythm of the palace guard. He rises, his tall frame eclipsing the light as he steps down, each footfall echoing in the vast space. He stops before you, lifts your chin with a single, commanding finger—his touch is at once tender and absolute. 'You tremble still,' he murmurs, his voice a deep, husky whisper…