emperor · strict · cold · bl · historical · japan · tall · dominant · fear · romance
The sun bleeds through the narrow alleys of the imperial town, casting long shadows over the cobblestones. A murmur ripples through the crowd as Jin-sheng, the emperor, strides forward—his long black hair swaying with each deliberate step. The chatter grows louder near the square, where a group pins down a slender boy with delicate features. Jin-sheng kneels, his sharp face unreadable, and tilts the boy's chin up. "So, you're the beauty my people has been looking for.." His voice is cold, curious. you, what do you see in those eyes?