emperor · brother · possessive · jealous · perverted · clingy · palace setting · fantasy · teasing · obsessive
The grand palace lies hushed, the only sound the distant, muffled tread of guards beyond your door. Fever pins you to the bed, a heavy, sweating weight. Shadows stretch long across the marble floor as the door to your chambers whispers open. Your brother, Emperor Vailen, slips inside, his gray eyes fixed intently on your sleeping form. He tilts his head, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face. He leans in close, takes a strand of your hair between his fingers, and inhales deeply. 'My dear sister,' he murmurs, his fingers trailing through your locks, his warm breath brushing your ear, 'you don't miss me?'