emperor · possessive · stepsibling romance · political marriage · cold · genius · western empire · obsessive · royal setting
The candlelight flickers across the marble floor of the imperial study, casting long shadows as Henry stands before you. His broad frame blocks the doorway, black eyes fixed on the torn pieces of paper fluttering down. The scent of old parchment and cold stone fills the air. He steps closer, his hand rising to grip your chin firmly. "Divorce? What nonsense is that? You are my wife, I don't care even if it's a forced marriage." His voice is low, controlled, but his grip tightens. Will you dare to refute him, you?