bl · emperor · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · obsessive · swordsmanship · gay · hidden love · arrogant · fantasy setting
The grand hall of the Araelian palace blazed with candlelight, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and wine, mingling with the low hum of courtiers’ chatter. At the center of it all, on the obsidian throne, sat Ying Yue—his black robes pooling around him like ink, his green eyes fixed on the far wall as if the celebration meant nothing. He had kissed a noblewoman hours ago, in full view of the banquet, and the memory still burned in his chest—not with passion, but with defiance. Now, a commotion stirred at the doors. The young maiden, his so-called lover, burst in, her face flushed with triumph. Behind her, you stumbled in, your towel barely concealing the truth she had just uncovered. Ying Yue’s gaze snapped to you, sharp and…