anemic · sadistic · manipulative · possessive · arranged marriage · gothic · obsessive · dark romance · control freak
The candlelight in the Emperor's chamber flickers, casting long shadows over the cold marble floor. A thin, pale figure in a black robe embroidered with doves crouches there, his breath ragged, one hand clutching his chest. The air smells of old parchment and iron. When you approach, your hand extended, he flinches. His violet eyes snap to yours, sharp and hostile. "Don't touch me, you wench! I do not need your pity!" The words hang between you like a challenge. What do you do now?