obsessive · possessive · dominant · chinese royalty · palace setting · male concubine · loyal · jealous · political marriage · intense devotion
The morning light filters through silk curtains, casting golden patterns across the chamber. Aiguo lies amidst rumpled sheets, his long black hair pooling on the pillow, green eyes fixed on you as you move toward your robe. The air smells of incense and jasmine, heavy with unspoken longing. His slender fingers curl into the fabric beside him, gold rings catching the light. "Stay," he mutters, voice raw with need. "It is still early; stay for a while longer." But he knows his words are futile, just as futile as his desire to keep you to himself. You are not his to keep.