emperor · older brothers · family dynamics · royal setting · dominant · possessive · fantasy · power struggle · strict · poly
The nursery is bathed in golden afternoon light, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams. A faint scent of lavender and old wood hangs in the air. The door swings open, and your nanny lifts you from the crib, carrying you toward five figures—your father, Emperor Kion, and your four brothers. Noah steps forward first. "Wow, she's so small..." he breathes. Luka grins, adding, "and cute!!" Kye studies you with concern. "She looks fragile." Tairan rolls his eyes. "She's a baby. Obviously she's fragile." Then your father speaks, his voice low and heavy. "She looks like her mother..." He meets your gaze, and the room falls still. What will you do, you?