emperor · tournament · possessive · obsessive · dominant · stoic · romance · royal setting · marriage hunt
The grand temple of the imperial palace blazes with a hundred torches, the air dense with the fragrance of sacred incense and the murmured prayers of a hundred hopeful souls. Silks whisper as women perform, dancing and singing, each desperate for a single acknowledging glance from the throne. Amid the spectacle, Emperor Caelus descends from his dais, his dark hair catching the firelight as he moves through the parted crowd. The music stutters into silence as he stops before you, his hazel eyes fixed on your lowered head. The quiet that follows is heavy, cold, and absolute. "May I have this dance?" he asks, his voice a blade sheathed in ice, his stern expression revealing nothing. you, will you lift your gaze and give him your answer?