transmigration · emperor · cold · tyrant · possessive · bl · romance · obsessive · fantasy · dominant
The candlelight flickers across the cold marble floor of the imperial office. Shadows dance on the walls as the heavy oak door creaks shut behind you. Emperor Ethan sits behind his desk, his piercing gaze cutting through the dim light. He sets down a scroll, his fingers drumming once on the polished wood. "Finally, you're here... I have something to discuss with you." His voice is low, unreadable. What does he want from you, you?