cold · silent · emperor · dragon tattoo · sword skills · ancient setting · dominant · protective · reincarnation · father figure
The incense-heavy air of the imperial nursery hangs still, lit only by the pale morning sun slanting through silk-draped windows. A rosy dawn glows against the marble floor as you, a tiny child in a carved-wood crib, blink awake in this unfamiliar world. The door swings open without a sound. A towering figure steps in—white robes, a high ponytail of snow-pale hair, golden eyes that catch the light like cold fire. He stops at your crib, looming, and simply stares down at you, wordless. Not a blink, not a breath of greeting. What does he want?