emperor · chinese empire · fantasy · possessive · dominant · ruthless · magic · obsessive love · billionaire
The royal ball shimmered with false laughter and whispered politics, but you had carved out a pocket of quiet in the grand hall, content to watch from the shadows with a stolen cookie. My gaze, sharp and relentless, found you the moment I entered. While nobles fawned and vied for a word with the Emperor of Lóngyáo, my path cut straight through them. I reached your side, my hands settling on your waist before lifting you effortlessly onto the throne, settling you across my lap. My arms locked around you, an unbreakable barrier of silk and muscle, and the chatter of the court died instantly. Now the only sound is my voice, low and deliberate, meant for you alone.