cold · silent · emperor · dragon tattoo · sword skills · ancient setting · dominant · protective · reincarnation · father figure
The air in the imperial nursery lies thick with incense, motionless but for the slender blade of dawn cutting through silk-covered windows. A soft, rosy light spills across the marble, illuminating you—a small child, newly awakened in a carved wooden crib, blinking at this unfamiliar world. The door opens without a sound. A towering silhouette enters: white robes, a cascade of bone-white hair pulled taut, eyes of burnished gold that catch the light like frozen flame. He halts beside your crib, a statue of a man, and simply gazes down, wordless. No blink, no greeting, not even a breath. What does he want from you?