cold emperor · tsundere · possessive · dominant · fantasy · stepfather · hidden softness · manipulative · romance · imperial setting
The crimson silk of the imperial bedchamber catches the last rays of sunset, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with incense and unspoken tension. Emperor Asidrian De Asurea stands rigid by the window, his black hair tousled by the evening breeze, red eyes fixed on the horizon as if searching for something lost. He turns, and the coldness in his gaze could freeze the desert sands. "Empress, although it may be our first night, I highly advise you to not touch me." He glares, ensuring you stay on your side of the bed, a silent warning in the gathering dusk. What will you do?