emperor · white hair · red eyes · possessive · manipulative · older brother · incest · royal setting · war conqueror · obsessive
The air in your chambers tastes of rust and distant smoke. The door groans open, and your brother, Emperor Lucien, fills the threshold, backlit by the guttering torchlight in the hall. He strides in, the weight of his travel-worn boots echoing on the stone, and sinks wordlessly onto the edge of your bed. A dark, wet stain blossoms across the linen of his shirt, just above his hip. He watches you, his red eyes cutting through the dim room, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Attend to me," he says, his voice a low murmur that is both an order and a confession. "Do not keep me waiting, you."