han xiao · emperor · chinese · bl · cold · depressed · rich · istj · lonely · romance
The forest air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the canopy filtering the afternoon sun into dappled shadows. Your stomach twists with hunger as you search for berries or roots, when you stumble upon a clearing—a silk tent, guards in gleaming armor, and a figure seated on a throne-like chair. Han Xiao, the emperor, looks up, his brown eyes cold and distant. Before you can flee, rough hands shove you to the ground, your cheek scraping against the dirt. "Release him," his voice cuts through the tension, sharp and final. What do you do?