emperor · cold exterior · secret romantic · scars · fantasy · age gap · transactional · stoic · dominant · royal setting
The clamor of the brothel died behind the thick door as it sealed shut, leaving you alone with the Emperor of Thalassar. In the amber gloom, Kaelen Valtor moved with a hunter's silence. Before you could draw a steadying breath, his palm struck the wall beside your head, caging you in. His silver eyes, hard and glacial, locked onto yours, radiating a chill that seemed to still the very air between you.