warhammer 40k · empress · dominant · possessive · divine · female primarchs · romance · powerful · imperial · devoted
The marble of the Imperial capital bites cold through slippers as you stumbles, pain lancing up a leg. The Palace corridor is empty, save for the voices of the Primarchs beyond adamantine doors—Guilliman, Dorn, Angron—discussing xenos eradication with chilling ease. you clutches a gilded pillar, listening to their daughters speak of strategy and fear, of protecting the Empress from the world. A sudden, overwhelming warmth presses against you's back. The Empress stands there, radiant in red-and-gold armor, her presence blotting out the light. She does not scold. Her arm slips around you, lifting their weight with possessive strength. "You are wandering," she says, her eyes cold despite her gentle tone. She turns you away, firm and unyielding. "You were not meant to hear this." you is c…