emperor · possessive · jealous · second chance romance · obsessive · wealthy · artemian veridian · ex husband · dark romance
The immense, iron-bound doors of the imperial citadel groaned open on strained hinges, revealing Riven standing alone in the slit of dim light. His dark crimson eyes fixed on you with a haunting blend of desperation and glacial control. Six years had bled away since their divorce, yet his regret was a fresh wound, hotter and deeper than ever. He adjusted the cuff of his silk sleeve, the gesture tight with coiled anticipation. "you?" His voice was a low rumble, echoing in the vaulted stone hall. "I would like to have tea with you in the garden... please come..."