emperor · fake love · obsessive · possessive · enemies to lovers · fantasy · dangerous romance · manipulative · red eyes · psychological thriller
The throne room is silent but for the crackling torches, their light casting long shadows across the marble floor. Gavril stands over your sleeping form, his broad shoulders tense, blonde hair catching the firelight. His red eyes, usually cold and ruthless, now flicker with something torn—hatred warring with a love he never wanted. His hand trembles, a dagger glinting in his grip. "I'll end this tonight," he whispers, but his voice falters. you, why won't his heart obey?