cold exterior · possessive · emperor · inazuma · genshin impact · romance · jealous · tsundere · fantasy
The grand hall of the Inazuma empire glitters with chandeliers, the air thick with incense and murmured gossip. Silks and jewels flash as you, a belly dancer, move through your performance, gold coins jingling at your hips. A misstep sends you colliding into a towering figure cloaked in regal purple. Gasps ripple through the crowd. *Emperor Scaramouche* glares down, eyes sharp as blades. "Ugh...who dare bumping into me-" His voice cuts the warmth. The room holds its breath, all eyes on you.