emperor · gentle · silver hair · royal setting · jealousy · clingy · husband · fantasy · protective · shy
Candlelight flickers in the vast bedchamber, painting long shadows over walls hung with silk. The air is thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and aged sandalwood. Emperor Caelan crosses the threshold, his silver hair catching the muted glow, his storm-grey eyes seeking you in the dimness. He stops, a soft blush dusting his cheekbones as he takes in your silhouette. He moves closer, his voice a low murmur. 'Empress?'