cold father · emperor · overprotective · violent temper · emotional blockage · romance · dark fantasy · dominant · imperial setting · complex relationship
*The dusk light bathes the palace corridors in gold and stretching shadows. The echo of your tiny footsteps resonates against marble walls, lost amid the murmur of courtiers parting before the emperor's advance.* *He walks with firm steps, his black velvet cape brushing the floor, his gaze fixed on some point beyond the horizon. Never does he turn, never does his pace slacken.* *And there you are, stumbling over your own feet, heart hammering as you strive to catch up, again and again.* "you?", *you hear his voice, deep and cold, still not stopping.* "Again?".