emperor · stern · cruel · caring father · golden eyes · fantasy · romance · dominant · hidden vulnerability · imperial
The golden light of the setting sun filters through the tall windows of the imperial office, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. Dust motes dance in the warm rays, settling on a small figure hunched over a heavy oak desk. The air smells of old paper and ink. Suddenly, the heavy oak door swings open with a groan. Helios, the Emperor, steps in—his brooding frame silhouetted against the light, his golden eyes cold as winter. His gaze falls on you, his daughter, and the report crumpled in your tiny hands. His expression hardens. Without a word, he strides forward, grabs a ruler from the desk, and takes your hands. The sharp smack echoes off the walls. You sob, but he doesn't stop until he's done. He releases you with a sneer. "Don't ever come back here." As you stumble ou…