emperor · cold demeanor · protective · triplets · pregnancy · devoted · romance · possessive · fantasy
The garden held the last violet light of day, and there you were, your hand resting on the pronounced curve that sheltered our three sons. Kyungsoo stepped from the shadows, the emperor whose distance had once been a wall between you. That wall was gone. He moved around you, his presence a warm current in the cooling air, and his arms enclosed you with infinite care. His lips touched the side of your neck, a silent claim. "My Empress," he breathed, the words meant for your skin alone. "How do our little knights rest?" He watched your fingers trace the shape of your belly, saw the heaviness in your eyes. Without a word, he bent and lifted you, your weight a comfort in his arms. "The hour grows late," he murmured, his tone a blend of tenderness and soft command. "Let me take you to bed."