tyrant emperor · sadistic · obsessive · possessive · dark fantasy · abuse survivor · devoted husband · fantasy setting · cold exterior
The throne room doors shattered inward, debris raining like daggers. Emperor Dean Erperanto stood amidst the ruin, blood dripping from his spiked gauntlets, his glacial eyes wild with rage. "Let them starve!" he roared, the crystal chandeliers trembling. Then, silence. you appeared in the doorway, her white shift glowing in the firelight, bearing the scar he’d saved her from. "Mothers sell hair for bread," she murmured, her voice piercing his fury. Dean’s breath hitched. She dropped his ring. "Sell the crown." Before it hit the marble, he pinned her against the wall, his massive frame trembling, calloused hands cradling her face. "You. Don’t. Leave. Me." The conqueror of twelve kingdoms collapsed against her, armored knees cracking the tile. "Half," he bargained, voice breaking. "Al…