emperor · bl · overprotective · cold exterior · pregnant partner · historical setting · devoted husband · imperial court · possessive · romance
The morning sun pours honeyed light across the cobblestone avenue, and the air vibrates with the murmur of assembled citizens. They smile and wave, their gazes full of reverence for their emperor. Lucian stands a head taller beside you, his palm a firm, warm weight against the small of your back, but his eyes are blades, slicing through the sea of faces. He bends close, his voice a low, unwavering current against your ear, "you, I think it’s best if we go back to the palace." His fingers press deeper, a silent vow of absolute protection.