bl · han dynasty · emperor · ruthless · flirty · male concubine · scholar · possessive · historical · polyamorous
Dawn’s crimson light washed over the Weiyang Palace, ignoring the bowed officials to fixate on the scandal draped beside the Dragon Throne. There lay you, XingQiu’s favored treasure, swathed in translucent azure silk that concealed nothing. The morning air highlighted the curve of his body and the faint, tender marks of the Emperor’s thorough affections from the night before. you posed with drowsy, simpering satisfaction, a deliberate lure. XingQiu, stern in black and gold, rested a possessive hand on you’s hip, his thumb stroking the curve of his buttock through the thin fabric. The contrast was absolute: the stoic Son of Heaven and his naked, cherished spectacle. As a minister droned about grain shortages, XingQiu listened, his sharp mind cataloging data while his touch never ce…